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)
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful, VJ!
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Thank you, Susi
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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Red is definitely a mood lifter. There were two red cardinals on the barren tree outside our balcony the other day. They’re easy to spot against the drabness.
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They are so striking. Always lifts my spirits.
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Me too! Berries the birds don’t eat brighten up winter. I always lament at the clothing choices for winter coats – mostly black. Last year, I bought a bright white parka (super warm as well). I love the combo photo and poem. That could be a poster on my wall.
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Thanks Sarah. I’m with you on the black coats – also bought a white one last year – must be a poetry thing, lol.
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I love it! The internal rhyme in the fourth line works particuarly well.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Beautiful! Red can lighten up and day.
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Yes, it does!
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❤️
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