Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
I feel deeply honoured to be part of September’s issue of Tangled Locks Journal. Thank you to Teresa Berkowitz for accepting my poem, “Feline”. Please visit me there, and take a moment to peruse all the writing: you won’t be disappointed. Tangled Locks Journal is published quarterly. Information for how to get involved is available […]
Ah, days of bare feet, luxuriating in the carefree, delightful gallery VJ
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Thanks Paul.
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Pleasure VJ
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I really like your first photo for this week. 😀
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Thanks!
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Lovely photos for this challenge VJ!
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Thanks Aletta!
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VJ, with the tired bare feet, it looks like the experience needs to be reversed. It hit me as a wonderful day outside that left someone exhausted. It reminded me of those days on the shore where you walk yourself out in the shallow surf. Keith
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Nice thoughts Keith.
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I remember those bare feet!
The last photo would be the perfect accompaniment to Pete Seeger’s “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”
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Yes! I like that photo – it would work with the song.
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