Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
(Note: Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and see what new insights it might deliver. The original posting, entitled “Whale Dreaming”, can be viewed here. ) Exposed we are, voyageurs, crossing a great expanse – one tiny vessel […]
Sought-out careers stagnant communication with colleagues soaked with commitments – underlying imposed courtesy we are doubly dependent – mutual caregivers supporting water treading, our authority drowning in preset obligations Past dwellings, connections sopped with history, hold on – leftover dregs, stale-dated – their validity disappearing, We are overcoming, debriefing, navigating release, minimilizing plan to alter […]
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant intent on task – carefully keeping within the lines Of course it is, ill equipped am I to disagree, images of dark somber corners, sorrow and death crows – Why […]
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk,…
Have landed – actually, volunteered for – a supporting role intended fun, but comedy eluded, am fighting for a life fearful choreography exacting a cathartic script haywire admission of fault my memory fails positions me, in brief spurts, faltering co-performers push encourage, emanate loving commitment buy into mania my cause: avoidance beyond distraction I miss […]
eyes wide with wonderment fix on me, beseeching attention rosebud lips part in genuine glee when my coveted gaze meets hers she tilts her peach fuzz head and with a shrug of a shoulder expresses a learned coyness, a treasured cuteness, softening this old woman’s jaded edges clumsy, chubby fingers reach, fumble, eventually grasp their […]
Confess, I am a proponent of life as education, and would love to expand on the lesson at hand, but haven’t made the morning class yet as consciousness and I have no early rising agreement, and higher learning involves climbing, and staircases are out at the moment so even if the term is in progress, […]
Professors may make strange bedfellows, but originality does engage young minds; ideology while exciting, repels intuition; and doing well is not about belonging, it is acknowledgment and reward received. Listen to me, I am lost, begging for do-overs. Superiority is a goal for some, while I retreat into leisure, begin losing awareness, am an odd […]
If life was an English class I’d enroll again for high school, concentrate on the editing, hope to gain something the second time through I’d excel at the assignments – experience adds so much maturity to the written word – and teachers would deliberate and decide that I don’t belong, and where would that leave […]
City lights used to draw her, unafraid of seedy corners, she’d dress her sexuality in understated costumes, a long-legged confidence. Strutted with the best, cat eyes – a tigress prowling, stalking a prey she could not define, no man could tame her, no women grasp the coldness of her heart. Travelled with an entourage, first […]
