Confessions To A Dreamcatcher

Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher, so tightly wound I have blocked hopeI want to be good – a good girl –like that man of God saysbut his preaching ways violateprophecies a cover for sinand I am so sullied that I fearlove will distain me. How did I get here, Dreamcatcherchildhood a lost notion – […]

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Focus on Colour

Life’s mountaina rough climbbody fails to adjustfocused as we areon destination Sights a sepia blurhere approaching summitscree presents new danger I vote we pause awhileappreciate our labourbreathe in colour for once. (Art mine)

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Vacating

Spirit disregards containmentshould I appear disconnected –focus lacking substance –it is just essence flowing I am whisper on wind’s lipsveil of clouds on tropical shoressun’s aureole fleeting I’ll return soon enough… (Written for Reena’s Xploration challenge: flowand inspired by the artwork featured on …Bilocalalia… blog.My image is displayed here)

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The Moment Time Slipped

That was methe 9-year-old girlsitting on the 3 o’clock busstaring at the womanwith the scarf around her neckstanding across the streetin front of an oddly shaped buildingI’d never noticed before, andhaving a profound feeling of déjà vu. That was methe scarf-wearing womanstanding on the sidewalkin front of the odd shaped buildingwaiting for the 3 o’clock […]

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Ingredients and Outcomes

Ingredients for despair –illness, COVID, loss –all meted…Never did follow recipes I see only openingspotential for enrichmenthow the lens has powerto ruminate or celebrate (Art my own)

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Let’s Be Honest

Wolf moon finds mehungering – noI am not a wolfbut I am starvedin this month of stormssnow blocking doorstemperatures dropping Temperatures risingflames of creativitysteaming panesthe season is wroughtbelly-aching craveI am wolf, howlinghoping the moon finds me. (A bit of word play for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Wolf moon. Image my own.)

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Soul Pulls

“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…what still pulls on your soul? “ – Rumi I dwell in silencemeetings adjournedlist groceries Former self fadedsorrowful shadowdefinition slipped I am the wild irispushing forwardin […]

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My ARt, Another’s Words

inkblots mutate to form pictures, alphabets, stories I did not create *** decorated trees sway to songs  emanating from masked lips imagining smiles that reach twinkling toes and  luminous tips (Words are from Reena’s Exploration challenge. Art my own.)

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Solitude (3)

Solitude.I dream ofpanoramic silence –breathtakingboundless sanctity. Solitude.Wrapped in separatenesscardboard walls fallencurling corners of instability –no refuge in stillness. Solitude.Smothering starknessmadness reverberatingcanyons of alonenessoverbearing. Solitude.Persevereregale momentsfeathered encountersfaces on screenstendernessin voices. Solitude.Grace finds memercy lifts soulpossibilityopens the doorpanoramic. (This is a rewrite of an older poem, last appearing here in August, 2018. I submit it for Reena’s […]

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Erasable

Paper me overwith carnal designs, I amhourglass losingmyself in the shift – pencilsketches facing erasure. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art mine)

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