Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.
(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.
(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
VJ knocks it out of the park with this piece! In my comments, I mentioned “We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give in to each potential for pity. ” because she absolutely understood that with these words. Another one for the “hits home” category. Enjoy!
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Thanks so much, Susi!
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My pleasure to showcase wonderful pieces! 🙂
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Wonderful take-off on Emily’s famous poem. I so admire your honesty. For me, it’s so refreshing to not have to pretend everything is okay. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you. Sometimes I think I’m too open with my thoughts, lol.
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This entire piece gives you a great visual of pitfalls and determination but this line here was amazing – “feeds off flakes of moulting skin”. We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give into each potential for pity. Wonderful, VJ! And the image is stunning. My hat’s off to you. 🙂
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Thanks so much Susi!
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You are very welcome! 🙂
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Another mesmerizing image! I like your poem, including the title. “Shoo” is such a good word to use; don’t give pity the dignity of a word with gravitas.
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Ha ha! Well put, Liz.
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I’ve never looked at pity this way. I’ll never look at pity the same way again. Haha. Get away, pity!
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Lol. Thanks for stopping by. Glad I could change your perspective.
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Brilliant.. its a sneaky thing for sure and once it gets a hold all joy and humour is stolen..
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Yes. Well said. Thanks.
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I really love your poetry and I don’t comment too often, simply because I run out of superlatives. But this one? Oh my! You stopped me “in my tracks.” Powerful.
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Thanks so much Debra. You made my day!
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Great personification, V.J. I really like the effects you put on your photo, too.
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Thanks LuAnne
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Pow-er-ful! Only way I know how to stress how powerful this poem is! Well done! ❤
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You are so sweet! Appreciate your encouragement.
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😀 ❤ !
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It will come back until you make friends with it.
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Persistent so and so.
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Love the reworking of Dickinson’s line-
Hope is a feathered thing
How different those two feathered things look and feel.
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So true. Thanks.
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Well said!
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Love the imagery in this poem!
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Thanks Heather.
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A pleasure.
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I really like this.
Have a great day.
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Thank you. You too!
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Thanks
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So true. batter scare it of.
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Yes. Thanks, Indira!
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