Is this progress,
this decision to uproot, cast possessions aside, free ourselves of ties?
Can his dependency,
my dependency, endure the transition, released from former justifications?
We are companions
embarking on adventure, companions retiring past lies, redefining possibility
Or, is this more of the same,
artfully camouflaged – a continuance of flight from tyrannical origins?
The paths behind are jagged,
wrought with rocks and crevices and scarred riddles, and yet; have we not survived? Thrived?
The road ahead is expansive,
our home an ever-changing landscape, as wide as a continent – our minds eager to absorb…
This is progress;
we are unburdened, free spirited, submitting to new tests of truth.
Poem first appeared in October, 2017. Image my own)
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,
in partial rotation, sits awkwardly, commanding attention, disturbed by its misalignment, has not thought to ponder absence of body.
House, uncomfortable with silence,
creaks unnaturally, loudly voicing objections to the absence of footfalls, automated machinery and incessant rings, beeps, and chimes of technology.
I try to reassure them that the absence
is only temporary, that the man whose presence so strikingly fills this space will return, hope they cannot read the apprehension in my tremulous heart.
was written six years ago, while my husband recovered from a triple bypass. Image my own.) Absence
not in circles but in spirals
continual movement marking progress
mocks such optimism regret unavoidable
none assuaging ambition incomplete inevitable
Can I stop this spinning
rescue the untidy threads weave an acceptable ending?
(Image my own)
What is it about summer
eases our defences – was it lazy, hot afternoons or smouldering, hazel eyes?
I ask myself again and again,
cannot remember who I was before I took that fateful risk – joy of youth extinguished.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
I’ve lived the fog of distance –
life’s highway a series of dips, destination without promise
Learned that acceptance gains perspective
that climates change, and hope sustains, and that in the stillness dreams renew.
I travel quieter paths now; appreciate
space – have surrendered to present distance, certain that this too will change.
(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II, April, 2020. Image my own)
Time stands still;
we wait. The noise of speculation stark contrast to the reality that confronts us…
Where do we go from here,
and what authority to trust and in this imposed solitude can we find the strength of reflection, the courage to follow an inner lead?
poem first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, in April, 2020. Image my own.)
Here on the threshold of change,
anxiety and despair howling, shadows of uncertainty lengthen beneath the fullness of the moon.
She is no guide, this orb-faced
deity, whose countenance fails to reveal a directive – and yet, at some intrinsic level I feel that we are aligned; know that her pull is primal, her presence a reminder that life is cyclical, and
just as the emotional waters
rise, so too will they ease, and her voiceless essence calls me to still the madness
close my eyes to fear’s distortion
and attune to an inner calm, to trust the light within, and surrender to the unknowable. ( first appeared here April, 2018. This is an edited version. Image my own.) Moon Message
The ability to alter one’ perspective –
to shift certainty to openness – allows for deeper engagement, life affirming and inspirational, akin to wonder…
To deviate is to dare.
(Image my own)
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Mindless consumerism tripping up ambitions defeating progress
mutilating communication disrupting movement Consciousness obliterated by blind compliance intrinsic motivation extinct
flayed, bloody, numb
Values – not possessions – endure
understanding eliminates dominance integrity ensures power for all.
Mindfulness calms chaos
quenches grasping urgency restores hope, direction
with communal focus realizes potential releases greatness
(Image my own)
and aching joints elevate doubt
We are forging
into unknowns, claiming change
drive for both – I quiet objections
Faith, I have in him
Trust, I have in process, Hope as my beacon
Many a storm
has passed our way – the choice is easy
Stay and rot
or risk and thrive – hand in hand, we leap.
(Four years ago, Ric and I sold our house and all our possessions and headed south in a motor home. Both of us had experienced life-altering medical crises, and the alternative – staying put and waiting for the next health challenge – was not appealing, so we took the leap. After two years, we returned and settled in a small community not far from family. Health continues to be an issue, but armed with the memories of our travels, we face each day grateful for our choices.)
Image my own.