That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Very beautiful
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Thanks Yvette!
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All so very different but also surreal. The photo of the lady and the owl took my fancy. A great contrast been the logical and the illogical. The first photo has such a dreamy quality. All thoroughly enjoyable, VJ. Thanks for participating.
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Thanks for hosting. Fun challenge.
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My pleasure.
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Very nice VJ, I love the blue and red plants!
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Thank you!
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I love the first image – absolutely gorgeous.
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Thankyou!
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Most welcome!
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Well done VJ! Loved that blue treatment!
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Thanks!
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Very amazing! 🙂 ❤
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😊😘
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Amazing! 😍
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Thanks
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My pleasure. 😊
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I particularly like the first image.
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I do too, Liz. Thanks
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Beautiful ❤️❤️
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😊🙏
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