We define our lives in acrostics
while nature audits the damage
We bemoan isolation
while Mother exhales
A sigh of hope –
all praying for reset.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson. Image my own.
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
We define our lives in acrostics
while nature audits the damage
We bemoan isolation
while Mother exhales
A sigh of hope –
all praying for reset.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson. Image my own.
My reset button’s not working V.J.
I’ll have reuse my poem from yesterday…
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Lol. That works.
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Yes, reset, please!
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This is beautiful VJ! The fact that our earth is getting the chance to ‘breathe’ is definitely one positive in the situation we find ourselves in.
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It sure is. Thanks Terri.
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What a catchy first line!
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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Very nice piece!
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Thank you!
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I’m all in for reset, VJ!
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Yes VJ… waiting for the reset !!
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Thanks!
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powerful message, can we lift our game .. it takes more than words!
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It does… thanks Kate!
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Wonderful thoughts here!
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Thank you!
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