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 […]
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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