Karla, how many empty dreams have I dreamed? -- to suckle from an empty breast of expectations and desires is to experience life's realities, disappointments -- you expressed this so poignantly my dear friend -- may peace and love be always with you -- Jon Michael
An expertly crafted image of sad, Karla. You must get sick of me saying so, but I'm constantly amazed by your original descriptions relating to the sky and weather. Enjoyed!
Sheila
Children suckling at empty breasts has a lot of connotations--all of which I think you cleverly mean. Famines and deserts of all kinds, no. Be watchful. Count your blessings, and that cup will soon run over. --Charlie
Powerful, Karla, and uniquely inspired. You have said much with such strong images and in so few lines. Very well conceived and crafted. Good to see you posting again! :)) xx
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THIRSTY? maybe it is time to go BRA-LESS?
JIGGLE-JIGGLE ... er, ah, um - I mean ... GIGGLE-GIGGLE !!! TK.
Sheila
peace, Carole~
Georg
John
Sandie Angel :o)
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Love,
Sage
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
bra of sky, heavy
with milk".
Excellent metaphor, Karla, and a excellent write! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)
Dayvid