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)
Oh wow!
Night certainly belongs to the moon, which is evident from these photos.
Thank you very much for sharing these amazing sky captures with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure. Thanks Hammad.
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Nice capture!
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Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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Good night, moon, sweet dreams . . .
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That’s where my mind was.
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🙂
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Love these! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah
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I like this a lot!
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Thanks Aletta
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VJ, nice pictures. They are inviting. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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