Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
Children moanreflect the day’s gloom We are virus-cautiousconfined indoors While ‘I-wannas’buzz at windowpanes and news feeds mountthe terror – I scream silently, pray foruncommon patience Pause as eagle,soaring overhead tips a wing my waybids me a good day. (Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is soaring. Image my own)
I lied. The initial seed of disappointment has fermented, and in the absence of confrontation, grown roots written sorrowful chaptersconclusion: unworthiness Why couldn’t I just have said:I don’t understandthis makes me unhappy? Where did I learn that prevarication protectsthat I alone am responsible for emotionsthat I do not matter? Decades laterI still cannot uproot the […]
These are so joyful. It looks like the centre is honeycomb the way it folds.
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They do, don’t they! Thanks.
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So beautiful!
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Thanks.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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VJ, very lovely. Is that a lighted bridge in the first picture? Keith
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It is. An old railway bridge that has been converted to walking trails.
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Very cool. Have you shown that picture before? I think I may have asked you the same question earlier. Keith
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I’ve taken photos of the same walkway before, yes. If you asked me about it, I can’t remember.
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Such pretty flowers! Are they some kind of daisy?
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Not sure. They were a gift from a neighbour.
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen any that look quite like that.
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Me neither. She has them in her garden. I’ll have to ask.
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