Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices
Goldfinch
Sunshine breezes in golden wings deposit joy – ripples renewal. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wind/ ripple. Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird
Even Trees Fall
Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it –
Creative Slump
My muse speaks in muffled tones, a susurrus of inspiration – too bad I am hard of hearing. (Tuesdays are for Twitter. Find me @Vjknutson.)
Utterly Redonculous
Looking for a rock at present, preferably a boulder, might dig myself a cave and await resurrection sacrilegious, I know, but the tasks are overwhelming
Existence
Isolated, insulated, ignored – islands we are not – relationships define us – we dance, weave, intertwine stories grown from love, struggle, encounters Yearning for
