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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful and there are no mistakes in poetry, VJ.
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Aw, Eugi. You are sweet. Thanks
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Most welcome, VJ.
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I love this integration of image and text!
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Wonderful V.J.
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Thanks Heather. Except for the spelling mistake…
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On my first read, I read it without the spelling mistake, then I read your addendum. I had to read it several times until I saw the mistake. I thought you had fixed it! Lol
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Good to know – the brain filters
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Vj, I like the end result, but the phrase “we search for wholeness between breaths” caught my eye. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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Knowledge is an ambrosia that will quench the thirst
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Love that Sadje!
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Thanks VJ
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You’re welcome
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☺️
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