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 […]
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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