In essence, you are neither
lover nor demon, but
the temperate wind
stirring my sorrowful
past – conduit of unrest.
(Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Butterflies
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One Woman's Quest 
Just love this.
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Thanks so much.
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Thanks!
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I had to stop and think about butterfly metaphor–which is one of the things I like about your poetry. It stops me.
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What a wonderful compliment, Liz. Thank you.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Beautiful shot of a monarch. 😊
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Thanks Irene.
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You are such a powerfully gifted wordsmith my friend! ❤
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Thank you. High praise from you.
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😀 ❤ !
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Borrowed? Did I unconsciously lift this from something else?
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nicely borrowed 😉
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Nevermind, as Rosanna Rosanna Danna once said, just read my original post and realized I borrowed from myself. Body is moving this morning, but obviously brain is not. Cheers.
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as long as you give yourself something back in exchange 😉
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hmmmm….good thought.
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