Divergent perspectives reveal solemn truths pieced together snapshots examine disconnect individualism promotes autonomy only when in balance with community. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge which features
Category: art
Grandmother Vase
Pot-bellied, am I: misshapen by age and gravity – more rot than plump ripe pear – still, a vessel for love – grandmotherly vase.
Prey
Brought you my pain – swaddled like a baby, a tiny fledgling not yet ready to fly – craved nurturing – missed the hawkish glint,
Oh, Seasons
Late August nights cool burnt dry hues will soon transform – symphony of colour There is sorrow in Summer’s end; Autumn’s icy breath Winter’s warning.
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Ache
Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson)
