Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson) Advertisements
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the
Perched treetop high plump Indigo releases a sumptuous song. (Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious.
Is this life-play pre-staged – reservations made in childhood when fun constituted priority, and drama thrived, unchecked by adults, bemoaning authority, too self-absorbed to conceive
It’s a bird’s perspective I envy – the ability to perch up high, balanced no matter the weather, unaffected by the drama below – I
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)