I dream of panoramic silence – breathtaking boundless sanctity.
Wrapped in separateness cardboard walls fallen curling corners of instability – no refuge in stillness.
Smothering starkness madness reverberating canyons of aloneness overbearing.
Persevere regale moments feathered encounters faces on screens tenderness in voices.
Grace finds me mercy lifts soul possibility opens the door panoramic.
(This is a rewrite of an
older poem, last appearing here in August, 2018. I submit it for Reena’s Exploration challenge #163. Please visit her post for a most inspiring video. Art my own.)
Tripping over guilt
how I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable
No longer a pick up for others
ditched without a lifeline
These are but feelings
I’m more comfy couch than utility vehicle and credibility – well that’s earned Pick myself up wade through vulnerability grateful for giving hands some amends best left to the lessons gained guilt not worth the trouble.
(Much of my poetry is derived from dreamwork. Dreams use exaggeration and humour to evoke understanding. In this poem, I am able to see both at play, leading me to the more empowering response. Thanks for reading. Image my own.)
A cruel master
the ticking clock So much potential Get it done!
I rush past shadows
crumple the pages failed attempts mounting
What of dreams?
Of life’s destiny? How I worship at the altar of should
Even with positivity
fantastical notions fall short I argue against uncertainty meet only disapproval
There is no magic
no pre-destined fame just dust gathering the dead are unimpressed.
(Linking up with Reena’s Exploration challenge: follow
link for video prompt. Image my own.)
Empty spaces hold
wonder, I drop emotion focus on present open mind to mystical – creativity takes flight.
(Written for Eugi Causerie’s weekly challenge:
mystical. Image my own.)
Immersed in trauma
I excel – bleed compassion
Can cut to the chase
whilst inhaling paranoia
Determined to connect
square the issues
But offer me kindness
touch with intent
and I will withdraw
unaccustomed as I am
to Love’s cosmos.
(Submitted for Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt:
cosmos. Image my own.)
I farm reflection
plant seeds of wrath, soil black –
nurtured by mind-storms and rays
of passing enlightenment.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)
What if we could proofread
our life – edit it in the moment –
patch over the rough spots –
change the dragon lady into a polished princess?
Don’t know about you,
but I prefer fire to ice…
Drawn to trees
ink chasing lines yearning for definition
How to capture
strength…beauty… such profound calm
Even as the regal Walnut
towers over this place she dwells within me
I feel her she seeks expression
My Tree of Life.
(In Response to Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Tree of Life. I have been obsessed with drawing trees. The featured image is the beginning of a series that keeps drawing me in. Others in the series below.)
Into the Woods
Are you happy?
The question hits
down the hall
Of course, I respond.
What else can I say…
Sure life needs tweaking…
I am learning to be better…
I can make this work…
Why? What do see?
but the bell has been rung…
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge:
How far can optimism go? Image my own.)
He was night dark,
ruminated over death
and loss and injustice
Don McLean on repeat
I was sunshine yellow
joy of living
optimism on steroids
If opposites attract
then we were magnets
lured by the mystery
One Way or Another
When night meets day
light breaks black
Shame, Shame, Shame
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt:
when night meets day. Image mine)