I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her,
Category: creativity
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman (Yellow Wallpaper)
I have examined your wallpaper, discussed the scholarly attributes of shades of yellow, traced the edges of your unravelling with my mind, argued the merits
Hello Indigo!
Perched treetop high plump Indigo releases a sumptuous song. (Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious.
Icy Destruction
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Sky Talk
Painted skies whisper a nightly farewell – silent beauty speaks volumes. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: beauty & quiet)
