Hurts, doesn’t it?
I shouldn’t touch that, should I?
How are we doing today?
Your questions jar me into awareness
so I can remember
that my pickles are not your pickles.
Your voice jars me open,
shattering the open jars
of my pickled brain.
—
Björn’s chosen word is “jar” for Quadrille 13 at
dVerse.
Come join us – drinks and entertainment are free, and the Quadrille is always fascinating! Pickles not required.
Mystical Strings 
Wonderful wordplay.. We do need those probing questions don’t we? Love it.
Love the tender and strong images here. You really pulled on all the heartstrings ❤
I will have extra pickles, please. 😉
I love this. Especially “your pickles are not my pickles.”
Oh this is wonderful. We should ask those questions. Your pickles are not my pickles….good reminder of joy and pain we feel.
Ah yes, those probing questions do take us out of ourselves. Sometimes its welcome, sometimes not!
I enjoyed the different ways you used the word “jar”.
…and “your pickles are not my pickles”…what a great line!
What a pickle! Sometimes your bread and butter, sometimes I’m dill. Sometimes, it’s good just to drink the pickle juice.
I had to read this twice. Very thought provoking. Well done.
My pickles are not your pickles. Brilliant line, as it is humorous if read on the surface, but if used in the sense of “in a pickle”, it conveys a much deeper meaning
Those probing questions can be invasive and jarring. Someone’s trying to convey a strong message here, “my pickles are not your pickles.”