Sun Knows
Find hope in sunsetsbursts of magnificencemomentarily absolveworry, guilt… When did fear gainsuch hold, and howdo I demystify its lies? The setting sun knows,I am certain, will follow herinto darkness… (Image my own.)
Read MoreAuthor: V.J. 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.
In 2021, I Woke Up
This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]
Read MoreTeach Me
Teach me reverenceam losing groundchildren adultingmothering in a void Teach me acceptancedisability’s waters floodI’m in the marginsan afterthought I concede life changesrelease control – passionbegs an outlet; I am wornbut I am open. Teach me. (Image mine)
Read MoreAwake and Dreaming
Sip of brewed mugwortand reality shatterspixelated beadslike a murmurationshapeshifting imagesluring me skywardI am skin-sheddinganti-gravitationalAlice in Wonderlandwatch me grow. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreUnexpected
Spring-loadedthe lever that releases usfrom reality One minuteset on a paththe next, victimcourse uncharted Survivors question –existentialquesters.
Read MoreSacred Witness
There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)
Read MoreHope for 2021
This Is How It Happens
Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]
Read MoreFlee The Cult
A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreOrder and Compassion
Pythagorus surmiseda theorem of patternsdefining life’s mysteries Despite my abhorrencefor numbers, I concur thatthere is order to the unknown Guided by compassionI walk that intrepid riddleseek the enlightened path. ( Image my own.)
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