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 […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
Such beautiful colors!
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The bright chairs sure catch your eye and I bet the kids love them. (I would never be able to get out of them LOL) And nothing beats those Autumn leaves for color these days. Nice shots!
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I’d have the same problem, lol. Thanks Andrea.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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These are great. I feel the warmth of summer in the first photo and peacefulness of autumn in the second!
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Thanks Heather!
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I love the stair-step Adirondack chairs and the composition of the autumn leaves!
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