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 […]
Lovely foregrounds and backgrounds,VJ.
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Thanks, Judy
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You do leafy frames very well!!
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I agree!
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Thanks Wynne
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😊
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VJ, I like your placement of the two flora and lake pictures as they seem to play off each other. Well done. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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