The Car Crash

That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without boot,hopping and laughingall the way home. Then, later, on the busthat car hitting where we satthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all over the dead lady’s face. I thought I’d made itwhen my new car had a sunroofkids riding along, music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne […]

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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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Oppression’s Child

This outer toughness just conditioninga baby alligatorthat’s me Raised in a swampEat or be eaten!family mantra, andDeal with it! I know it’s a lotto take insee the disbeliefin civilized eyes Resistance to oppression begets deeper woundsFear taught me wellSurvival, they say, of the fittest. (For Reena’s Xploration challenge: featured image is prompt.)

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Heart’s Jewel

Childdelightful youthmy heart’s jewellight-bearerhope antics haphazardlaughter contagiousspreading joysparking imagination I pray that your spiritremains vibrant, andthat reality dawns gently (This poem first appeared in November 2018, as A Child Glows. I submit an edited and re-titled version here for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: jewels. Image my own.)

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Perspectives Shift

Remember youth?Life an adventureheart full of dreams Responsibility made us quartz working machines, focuson destination – life as goal In the gloaming, time blursnostalgia and regret dance withperspective – the irony of it all. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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We Are Clay

Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.

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Re-Cycling

Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)

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Untamed

Too young to understandethos of beauty regimesshe rejects girlish ritualssees beauty in naturein glitter of make-believe This abnegation of groomingnot rebellion, but appreciationa nuance that escapesMother’s frustrated efforts. (My granddaughters balk at having their hair done, something that drove me crazy as a parent, but now reminds me of myself as a child. One generation […]

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Secret Keepers

(Disclaimer: I am submitting this poem for Reena’s Exploration challenge: horror. The poem arose from a nightmare, and my be triggering for some readers.) They always take the back roads,virginal snow-covered laneslined with trees: pastoral views Unmarked routes, out of sight,use the innocence of landscapeto blot out their dark intentions Pristine picture perfect sceneslull the […]

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Still Digging

Father, as immoveable as a mountain taught us to orchestrate submontane routes Circumnavigating his rocky moods bestowed upon us a fear of masculinity Resilience instilled the necessity of mining gold from darkness: still digging. (Sketch mine)

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