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 […]
Clever captures, VJ! Cone flowers are cool!
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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O! nice collection! I still found butterflies at the coneflowers this week!
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I did too. Did they not get the memo, I wondered.
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Lol!
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well done for this week Thanks VJ 😀 😀
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Welcome, Cee.
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Clever prompt and response! I like the cone flowers.
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Nicely done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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