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 […]
Beautiful corn field, VJ! The cloulds added depth in the photo! I’m with Liz, cold ice cream is refrshing in the cold weather also. 🙂
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Thanks Miriam.
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The perfect combo of hot and cold!
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Thanks Wynne
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Excellent work!
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Thank you!
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Two beautiful photos for this week. Thanks VJ for commenting 😀
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😊
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I’m with Liz…I love both photos but that near panoramic view of the cornfield, the silo. Captures my heart. xo, VJ! 💕
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Thanks Victoria
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I really like the black-and-white cornfield, particularly composing it with the silo on the far left. As for the ice cream, I don’t need hot weather to eat ice cream. I’ll eat it any old day of the week!
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You have a point. Ice cream is good any day.
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😀
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