Wrong Turn

What is it about summer
eases our defences –
was it lazy, hot afternoons
or smouldering, hazel eyes?

I ask myself again and again,
cannot remember who I was
before I took that fateful risk –
joy of youth extinguished.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “Wrong Turn”

  1. Let not that joy be extinguished! I always think there’s something for everyone that makes them recall that glint of youth regardless of where they’re at. I would hope so anyway! πŸ™‚

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  2. Joy of youth is spontaneous πŸ™‚
    No body try to resists this joy, except but saints.
    Youthful joy is part of automation. It is autonomous.
    Very insightful lines. Deeply intellectual.
    Regards πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

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