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 […]
Beautiful shots, VJ!
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Thanks Eugi
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Wonderful shots V.J. They really capture those delicate feathers.
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Thanks. I really love these little birds.
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They are a joy to watch!
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That was very obliging of Mr. Nuthatch!
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Very! I was most appreciative. 😊
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🙂
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VJ these are amazing close ups 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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