Is this progress,this decision to uproot,cast possessions aside,free ourselves of ties? Can his dependency,my dependency, endurethe transition, releasedfrom former justifications? We are companionsembarking on adventure,companions retiring pastlies, redefining possibility Or, is this more of the same,artfully camouflaged –a continuance of flightfrom tyrannical origins? The paths behind are jagged,wrought with rocks and crevicesand scarred riddles, and […]
One more trainand she’d be awayfar enoughto lose him Scavenged in her bagsearching for a ticketand courage…could use a dose of courage Thought of her motherhow torn up she’d be;of her sister, confinedto long-term care Call for boarding and a decision –neck smarting fromlast confrontation He wielded his handslike weapons. his wordslike knives – her […]
I fear the denouement –the moment of reckoningwhen the winding pathunravels; when intentions,transient at best, revealthemselves as common liesand soul crumples before lightrecognizing this is not the end. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
My kids will not step out of that playground 🙂
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Lol. Funny to see it empty because of COVID
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Yes, a saddening sight indeed. Restriction and partial lockdown is back in my city from today because of increase in cases, while the vaccine drive has gone full throttle.
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Oh no! We are afraid the same thing is going to happen here.
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The delta variant is causing havoc in many parts of the world. Stay safe.
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You too!
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I really like the color palette of the crops photo.
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Thanks Liz. That’s what caught my eye too.
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You’re welcome, VJ. You have a good eye. 😉
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Superb matches for this week’s theme. Thanks VJ 😀
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Always a pleasure
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks
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VJ, brings back memories of when the kids were small. The plastic playground used to hurt my old knees. Do you remember the indoor climbing places where the plastic tunnels were twenty feet high and wall to wall? I would have to crawl in their and find my kids when they got stranded therein. Keith
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Oh yes! When we were much younger and more flexible.
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