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 
Very timely, V.J., as we are enjoying a soaking spring rain which will result in much welcome growth. 😊
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Glad it fit, Tanja
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Beautiful and refreshing image, VJ.
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Thanks
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Most welcome.
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Being near water always has a soothing and “opening up” effect on me. I love the image. 🙂
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Me too, Susan. Thank you
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So serene, VJ! Thank you for sharing! 🥰
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Thanks Victoria!
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Love the water colour of watery trees – very restful scene to celebrate water…
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Well said, Sarah, my sentiments exactly!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Thanks Sarah
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Lovely image
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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