Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
Love the sky peeking through the trees. 😊
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Oops! Meant the sun not the sky. 😂
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Lol. I knew what you meant.
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Thanks Irene.
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So wonderful!
Those empty branches and snow on the ground merging quite well with the sunset.
Thank you so much for sharing these amazing captures with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure.
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That’s gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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It’s always a pleasure to watch the sun go down through the trees.
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It is. This is the view from my favourite place to sit in the house.
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I can see why! I have favorite place to sit at the back of the house and watch the sun set and a favorite place to sit in the front of the house to watch the sun rise.
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Nice.
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🙂
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