How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]
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)
One Woman's Quest II 
Very beautiful poem 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you!
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Those clouds look so cool 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Such a beautiful poem with stunning imagery. I love it! 💟
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Thanks Eugi!
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Loved the alliteration of the second stanza…like sailing swiftly down the road into the horizon…
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Yes! Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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A beautiful feel to your lines.
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Thank you
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Numinous darkness provides such great imagery VJ.
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Thanks Lou
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Speaking directly to my heart this morning, VJ. Thank you so much. And the photos? Sigh. So good. 💕
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Yes, these are photos. Living in the country offers the best sky views. Thanks.
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I love this! Both the feeling and the imagery.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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So beautifully expressed VJ. 😍
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Thanks Sadje
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Most welcome my friend
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