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 
Such pretty birds, VJ, and I love to watch them vie for position at our feeder.
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Yes. Always a show. Thanks
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Very pretty birds
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Yes, they are. Thanks.
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My pleasure 😍
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Just love the mood of these colorful beauties at the feeder
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Right?! Wonderful to look out and see the colour
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yes – and we feel that thru the prose
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And playing nicely too! (K)
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Yes. Amazingly
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I love to watch birds at the feeder!
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Me too!
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Beautiful, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne
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