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 […]
It’s hard to focus on the field with such a dramatic sky looming over it. 🙂
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Exactly. Thanks Tanja!
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These are wonderful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I love a good cloudscape! Two good cloudscapes are even better.
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Thanks 🙏
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You’re welcome.
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VJ, I feel like a scene from the movie “Twister” is about to occur. Keith
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Lol. Could be. Tornados have been around lately.
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