With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
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 […]
Isn’t that in the guide for writers – say what you need to make a great title? Beautiful photos!
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Lol. Thanks
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Wonderful photo for this week 😀 😀
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😊
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VJ, I kept thinking of that movie “Stand by me,” where a critical scene occurs when the kids walk over an active train bridge. Keith
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Yes! Just like that.
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Love, love, love a little Monday morning monochrome. Thanks, VJ! 🥰
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😊❤️
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Haha…well it was by train at some point!
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Right?! LOL
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You’re allowed some artistic license! 😉
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That’s it! 😁
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😀
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