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 
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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