Nose under throw rugs,
looking for what’s been swept aside;
or rustling about in back closets,
turning over the unused and out-of-date;
or straddling boards in the attic,
straining to ascertain new, if not precarious, angles –
the writer’s home of choice is seclusion.

(Image mine)


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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 “Reclusive”

  1. …”looking for what’s been swept aside”…oh I love that…reminders to be aware…and so much better when done in “seclusion”. Thank you VJ…and I adore the image, too. πŸ’•

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