Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
A shower of sunshine!
This looks so mesmerizing.
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful capture with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure, Hammad.
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Wow! An irruption of beauty.
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Thanks
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The perfect title! The photo has a real SciFi feel!
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The whole scene had that effect. Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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VJ, I love the second picture with the light shining through the clouds onto the home below. It is like the owners prayed for a miracle and the heavens parted. Keith
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You’re right–it does!
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That’s what I thought, Keith. It was only happening over that one farm.
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