Once offering solacea place to contemplate Now an ominous reminderof solitude imposed. (For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: benches)
A single yellow bloom. Last photo for May, 2020. Unedited. Bushboy’s challenge. Hope June brings some resolution.
From my place of privilege, I sit and watch George Floyd beg for breath, call out for his mama, and know that I can never truly understand the plight of another, and that I, by virtue of my whiteness, am part of the problem. I have no words adequate enough to express what I am […]
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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Borrowed? Did I unconsciously lift this from something else?
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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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Beautiful shot of a monarch. 😊
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Thanks Irene.
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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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Just love this.
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Thanks so much.
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Thanks!
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