IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
Beautiful
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Hi VJ, your flowers are wonderful for this week That bee really pops in black and white 😀
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Thanks my friend.
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Pretty header!
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Thanks!
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I can almost smell the first one 🙂
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Thanks. They are gorgeous
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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Nicely done, VJ.
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Thanks Keith
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I particularly like the first photo.
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Thanks Liz. They are beautiful blooms.
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