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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Excellent shots and I love the contrast with the bird against the white cloud.
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome. 😊
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You got a photo of Jonathan. Love your entry this week 😀
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Lol. Thanks 😊
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Oh, I wish I could too…
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VJ, you remind me of the famous poem. “On the wings of an eagle, My love for you flies. Soaring higher and higher, And touching the skies.” Keith
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Yes! That fits! Thanks Keith
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I have often had the same wish! 🦅
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…sigh…
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Exactly!
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The cloud in the second photo looks like a bird!
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I see it too!
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Now that Liz pointed it out, I do.
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🙂
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It does a bit.
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It really does! Great job V.J.! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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