My last five posts of 2017 are reruns of five of the most viewed posts on this site during the year. I was surprised and pleased to find this one made the list.
Mushrooms I Have Known
Reticent and tired, withdrawn,
dejected, I return.
Emerging overnight from nothing,
then withering back to zero.
Does light incite you?
The shade?
I walk by and say hello.
You do not speak.
O at the Edges 
This is such a sweet poem, but also symbolic (at least for me) of those of us who struggle each day and yet arise every morning, not quite whole, but alive.
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Thanks, V.J. I rhink that’s an excellent reading of the poem.
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Thanks for reblogging, Chris.
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Not a problem…
Happy New Year
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Mrs. Nature in all her splendor…
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And then some.
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Some of what?
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A little of this and that, but mostly glory and intrigue and the impossible every day occurrences. 🙂
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Wonder interesting answer!
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😁😎😁
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It is difficult for me to gauge my posts accurately due to a certain amiable ethnomusicologist who figured out a knack for viewing photographs in a carousel fashion, meaning i have some days where i had 10s of thousands of views for the day.
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I’ve not had that problem, but understand the dilemma. Perhaps it’s fortunate that I suck at photography (tho I do like the top photo, which is of the mushroom that sparked this poem).
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The title, my favorite 🙂
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Thank you. Those mushrooms just pop out willy nilly.
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❤️
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I seem to have missed this first time round. Pleased you have repeated it
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They all cycle around eventually. 😀
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