Dreaming Oceans

Ingrained in me
this flight
eye on the future
the periphery
closing in.

Husband urges me
forward, but where
this road leads
I do not know

Connected to self
open, escaping into
the vast expanse
becoming fluid
alive, nurtured

I have been spit out
by life so often,
taught to be taut,
it’s hard to plunge,
let go of the past
and just swim.

(Submitting for my weekly challenge: peripheral. Image my own.)

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VJ Knutson

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.

30 thoughts on “Dreaming Oceans”

  1. Lovely artwork VJ. I love the last two stanzas. They’re painful but beautifully expressed- ‘it’s hard to plunge in/ let go of the past/and swim’

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  2. I can so relate to this poem, V.J. After over a year of not going anywhere but grocery pick-up or the doctor’s I am hesitant to go out anywhere even though I was fully vaccinated a month ago. But I did get out for a hair cut yesterday – masked of course. I was great to catch up with this old friend and my hair feels so much better. Lovey painting, too.

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