Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Two very different photos! I do enjoy Bushboy’s Last on the Card feature each month.
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Me too. You never know what will pop up.
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🙂
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Cool photos VJ 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Is the second one from your visit on the weekend? Love your photos, VJ. 🙂
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Thanks Susan. It’s actually my neighbour who held a fundraiser for local Ukrainians on the weekend
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Both are wonderful photos. I would sit in the serenity of the water. Is that lady telling everyone that lettuce was all there was for lunch? Thanks for joining in VJ 🙂 🙂
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Lol. It was a fundraiser and she was the cook, so basically, yeah
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😂
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