Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Male mallardonce procuringoffspring, abandons Female, charged with carebecomes a target, oftenkilled by next mate I contemplate the orphansthe cruelty rendered what purpose struggle serves. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Mercy bore wingsgraced my doorstepher cheery song nectarfor a weary heart –initiative all hers. (Image mine)
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This woman you think you seeface hidden behind lensshe is but an illusion Flesh camouflaging spirit –her soul, wingedsoars beside you. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: illusion; and Bird Weekly challenge: seagulls.)
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Celebrity bores I crave sapid exchange – bird song, sweet and tender I am past prime – gigs dried up but nature provides plenty. (Image mine)
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Formation of swans blaring advance, lift my lens spectacle captured ennui momentarily broken – contemplate message. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This time, it’s a tanka. Image my own.)
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Blackbirds utter gloom speak in murmurations grey blots out sunlight blurs definition – pencil contemplates early nightfall. (Tanka and sketch by yours truly)
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Craving compassion I seek the wisdom of the river – Her glimmering waters reflect sun’s warmth I am at once calmed and uplifted – seagull raises his wings emits an ungodly chuckle. (Image, my own, is not actually a Laughing Gull, but the title fits.)
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Cardinal sings me awake promises a verdant day viburnum scented breezes and the sun’s warming light. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection. Linking this up with my weekly challenge, which is morning. Also linking up with Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: song.)
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A murder of crows observes my passage, anchors my presence In nature, I trust – all else is noise. (Visit me on Twitter for more poetry snippets. @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
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