Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
We’ve only just ended our summer here in the south VJ and you make me yearn to have it back!
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Thanks Tina. My favourite time of the year.
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Excellent observation!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Great story telling images VJ!
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Thanks Anne!
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Perfect analogy. It is the same isn’t it? Donna
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It is really – fun to watch in both cases. Thanks Donna.
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Just lovely – and beautifully caught!
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Thanks 🙏
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Ah youth! Lovely stories with some excellent images VJ
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Thanks Tina!
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So true.
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I love both of these!!
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Beautifully said
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Thanks Sadje!
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