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.)
The girl with 2 dogs….priceless!
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Agreed! Thanks
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Beautiful photos, especially the last one.
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THanks Eugi
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Most welcome, VJ.
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Beautiful smile and wonderful reflection. A lovely post, VJ 🙂
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Thanks Sofia
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The girl with 2 pups is an image no one could look at without smiling VJ! And the one that follows it is really beautiful and serene. Lovely post!
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Thanks Tina
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The smile says it all. Pure love. The bridge, serene indeed.
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Thanks
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Wow, VJ, stunning photos. I like the one of the young woman with the dogs. Talk about a heart (and head) hug! ❤
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Thanks Wynne. So much love there
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I love all three of these, particularly the last one.
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I agree, the last one is serene. I love the seamless reflection.
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As do I!
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A favourite view, for sure. Thanks
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😊
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