An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
Riding the wind – a skill we all need to learn. Beautiful, VJ!
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Thank you, Wynne
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Beautiful! Imagination takes us to the next level in facing challenges.❤️
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Yes it does! Thank you!
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Funny how we find our imaginations can take us spectacular places! I rarely have flying dreams, but had a brief spectacular one recently.
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Yes, thank goodness for our imagination, or Maggie Macon, as my father used to call it.
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Beautiful 🤩
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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For someone like myself with mobility problems, this is so inspirational. Thank you.
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I am right there with you, I.V. Thanks
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I love, love, LOVE this poem!
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Thank you so much
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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I think we’d all be lost without those moments of freedom.
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Likely!
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. 💕
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Thank you, Victoria
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Lovely and timely. Gravity and grave situations can’t keep us down. Perfect image.
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A memo to self before Winter sets in, lol. Thanks Sarah. Hope you are well.
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