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 
You get some lovely wood-peckers. Love the Red-bellied wood-peckers beautiful. We sadly do not have the here in the uk.
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No? You have such a variety of birds is seems. Thanks.
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We only have 3 woodpeckers types here.
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Beautiful shots, VJ!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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Both excellent shots!
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Thanks!
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These are gorgeous! Love them! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend
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VJ, they are lovely until they find your wood sided house. Keith
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Lol. Good point.
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I love the two versions of glowing: subtle and dramatic!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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