Hunger churning,
excitement building,
heart expanding…
Breathing the thrill,
opening to possibility,
Spirit revealing…
Receiving blessings,
clarifying vision,
will engaging
Trusting process,
believing in self,
creativity soaring
Grounding in reality,
feeling the stir-
change is happening.
(Image my own)
Winter defines this stage,
this page, night descending
too early for my taste
If I catch a falling star,
can I shed the excess
layers of this confinement
Follow animal impulses
to a sunnier clime, restore
exuberance of noble youth?
Passion persists, intelligence
intact, just need a brighter
angle from which to reveal it.
(Image my own)
It’s like aiming for the ideal
and settling for second best
Setting your life up for success
then sabotaging the outcome
It’s like committing to a dream
with blinders on – threats ignored
I know where I want to be
have tasted the serenity
steeped in beauty
and lived with peace
Yet the noise continues
the daily bustle,
the inevitable stench
my soul being griddled
It’s what I’ve known, isn’t it?
sanctity at a price –
the absolute terror
of selling out for peace of mind
I will plant gardens here
at the edge of insanity
and outline my future
denial at my side.
(Art my own)
It’s not like I didn’t know
that life is tenuous
and death a given
I chose to ignore the signs –
seems that which we avoid
has a way of catching up
I pin-balled my way
searching for something
undefinable
A break from responsibility?
a Saviour?
Condemned myself as failure
Sentenced to a lifetime
of love lacking
How does one traverse such margins?
Re-engage in the face of rejection?
I have pen,
and thoughts,
and maybe
if I bleed enough,
the path will be revealed.
(Image my own)
Blue-winged fantasies
Paradise inspired dreams –
Orchids transport me.
(Image my own)
Words, like crickets, leap inside my head –
chirping pests whose trajectory eludes
my dulled reflexes, scuttles about
the periphery of awareness.
Harmless in the singular,
a cacophony of multitudes
threaten any semblance
of sanity.
I strive to intuit their rhythm
define the notes in workable phrases
capture the message before
it all disappears again.
(Art my own)
One Woman's Quest 