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 […]
Beautiful pairing of quote, and image.
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Most welcome.
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Excellent quote and beautiful image for the background.
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Thanks Eilene
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That painting is magical too. (K)
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Thanks – me playing with photography
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I like the results.
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I believe this too.
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Beautiful, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne
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A very insightful quote from the lower-case poet!
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Yes. One of my first poetic loves, lol
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I love this one VJ! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Terri!
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Beautiful share VJ
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Thanks
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Happy New Year, VJ. 🙂 ~ Susan
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Thanks. And to you, Susan
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I like the layered complexity of the graphic.
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I really like the layered complexity of the graphic.
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Thank you
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