art – Page 6 – One Woman's Quest

Syntax

Trade you an ‘n’
for a ‘v’, I said
to the moon
to the sun
to the bird
at my window

All obliged
and now
my lonely day
is lovely,
lovely,
lovely.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Art my own.)

Pestilence

Words, like crickets
leap from my mind
chirping pests whose
trajectory eludes
dulled reflexes,
scuttling about
periphery of logic

Harmless, really,
in the singular –
cacophony of multitudes
threatening to multiply
take with them
semblance of sanity

Intuit a rhythm
I counsel self
to define the notes

in workable phrases
capture essence
and reason message

but the invaders
adverse to linearity
disappear beneath
the floorboards
of my conscious mind.

(Found this poem, languishing in my blog archives.
Edited, and with an updated title, thought it might
be worth a second look. Art my own.)

Mischievous

I like to wear garlic
when creating art –
keeps the demons
from taking part

Days I forget
perspective lost –
whirlwind of ink
quite deceptive

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Art my own)

Sorcery

I didn’t steal the moon!
The tone is lackadaisical
but the sky incision bears
an uncanny resemblance
to her handiwork – even
stitches, gossamer threads-
the sorceress has gone too far.

(A whimsical poem borrowed
from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Art my own)

Heron Reflection

Silent as the Great Blue
Autumn hues creep
shifting the landscape
altering my mood.

Do feathers quiver
at the ensuing chill
or is it merely human
this seasonal affect?

(Heron Reflection first appeared here August, 2019.
Image my own.)

Colouring You Purple

I am colouring you purple
for the sacredness of your being
for the majesty of your soul

I am colouring you purple
for the joy that you spread
for the laughter we share

I am colouring you purple
for purple best expresses
the depth of my love.

(For my granddaughters. Art my own.
Colouring you Purple previously appeared
on onewomansquest. com)

Yet, I Plod On

Tectonic, the force
required to move
this wall of shame

Erasable, the missives
I write to defend my worth –
pencil strokes that only mock

Unsustainable, the hope
that life should ever receive
my efforts as more than folly.

(Art my own)

Open To Healing

Open to healing –
create a space for inspiration
delve into the subconscious

Enter with pure intentions
ignore limited capabilities –
no offerings are meager –

Embrace new starts
with faith in ability –
be spurred into action

Self holds the answers
creative expression is key –
no expertise required.

(Open to Healing first appeared here in August, 2015.
Edited for this post. Art my own)

Passionate

I am woman
questing…

a warrior
slashing bonds
of painful past

an aerialist
balancing strife
with fleeting bliss

a she-reptile
shedding distrust
in vulnerability, growing

I push through
the tangled maze
of personas, seek a truth

that frees my spirit
and roots my essence
into blessed being

For I am woman
with a quest…
striving on…

(Art my own. I call her The Mother Tree)

Labour Pains

Pain circumvents our fears
squeezes relentlessly

Still we proceed
withholding complaint

for this is labour –
a trial that harnesses

depth of determination
unfathomable focus

Somewhere along the process
an instantaneous shift

there is wonder to behold
and indescribable bliss

Birth is happening
and they’ll be no going back.

(Art mine)