Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
My mind is ablaze –
ideas churning
vying for recognition –
greed is ego’s bane
hogs the spotlight
but other thoughts stir
gentler, more insightful –
will remain in shadow
till a quorum empowers
artful expression.
(This poem is from Twitter @Vjknutson. I’m linking it up with Reena’s Exploration challenge which is the featured image. Photo credit: Daniel Salmieri.)
Caring heart
shines bright
Needs, like moths
flock to light,
cast shadows,
threaten to eclipse –
Love’s eternal fight.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: love. Image from personal collection. Original poem on Twitter @Vjknutson.)
My faith is goat steady –
surefooted in rocky times –
I keep her within sight,
safely separated.
Store her with potential –
mountain lion persistent –
set them on the other side
of vision – lock myself away.
It’s the tigress in my heart
that unsettles me the most –
certain by her pacing
that she’ll consume me
Tremble at the demands –
self being called to embrace
something higher, deeper –
an assertion of essence.
( “Contemplating Emergence” is the name of the art, that like the poem, found its origins in my dreams.)
Midwinter light breaks
monotony of grey – tree
dances in glimmer.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: glimmer. Image from personal collection.)
In essence, you are neither
lover nor demon, but
the temperate wind
stirring my sorrowful
past – conduit of unrest.
(Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Set me on a lonely road
and I will shine –
solitude a strength
And yet, I have an inner pull,
a need for connection,
a longing for depths of love.
But what of these dreams –
do relationships deter direction,
and must I always wait on another?
Intimacy is complicated,
the route undefined,
I am chilled, fatigued
How does the heart decide
when love challenges
arrogance, and fear takes hold?
(Connecting to Eugi’s Weekly prompt: complicated, and Reena’s Exploration Challenge – featured image.)
Scarred existence
seeks a patience
born of peace
Cannot find the path
tainted ruts of blood
line a minefield.
(Poem originally appeared on Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
