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 […]
What a great shot! That Robin means business.
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Lol. He does. Thanks
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Most welcome, VJ.
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Wow! What a shot!
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😊🙏
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Yikes!
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Nicely observed. Lovely photos of a backyard bird
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Great photos! Love the intensity of his stare or her stare.
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Lol. No kidding. S/he meant business
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😃
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Whoa. Now, that’s a robin with attitude! I’d say he’s never missed a meal.
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I’d say too. He wasn’t deterred by me, but he made sure I stayed put.
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😎😎😎
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