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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Vacating

Spirit disregards containmentshould I appear disconnected –focus lacking substance –it is just essence flowing I am whisper on wind’s lipsveil of clouds on tropical shoressun’s aureole fleeting I’ll return soon enough… (Written for Reena’s Xploration challenge: flowand inspired by the artwork featured on …Bilocalalia… blog.My image is displayed here)

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The Moment Time Slipped

That was methe 9-year-old girlsitting on the 3 o’clock busstaring at the womanwith the scarf around her neckstanding across the streetin front of an oddly shaped buildingI’d never noticed before, andhaving a profound feeling of déjà vu. That was methe scarf-wearing womanstanding on the sidewalkin front of the odd shaped buildingwaiting for the 3 o’clock […]

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Equation of Self

Disclosure:While I strive for wholenessI am given to negative Thoughts –while fractionalnonethelesscount individually – Add it all upand I am at timeszero An integerswaying backwardsand forwardsbegging patience. (Image mine)

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How

For Reena’s Exploration challenge: click here to see prompt and join in.

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Let’s Be Honest

Wolf moon finds mehungering – noI am not a wolfbut I am starvedin this month of stormssnow blocking doorstemperatures dropping Temperatures risingflames of creativitysteaming panesthe season is wroughtbelly-aching craveI am wolf, howlinghoping the moon finds me. (A bit of word play for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Wolf moon. Image my own.)

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Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Soul Pulls

“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…what still pulls on your soul? “ – Rumi I dwell in silencemeetings adjournedlist groceries Former self fadedsorrowful shadowdefinition slipped I am the wild irispushing forwardin […]

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Gnawing

I’m gnawing on possibilitythe suggestion that my dabblingcould amount to something What? my gut protestsreminds me of limitationsphysical constraints But I’ve had room to breatheand resources at handand creativity, expansive dwells in possibilitynibbles at suggestionsmind scrabbles to find excuses – laundry,a drawer that needs sortingbut the door has opened and I’m seeing a patha way […]

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