Winter breath catches
shine a light to guide me home –
darkness unsettles.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: air/ lantern. Â Image from personal collection)
Winter breath catches
shine a light to guide me home –
darkness unsettles.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: air/ lantern. Â Image from personal collection)
Impulse once drove my plunges –
glorious confidence propelling
fortuitous dives – unknown waters
an adventure to be conquered.
Even with onset of anxiety
I’d stalk shorelines, ignore
whispering of  catastrophe,
hold my breath and submerge.
Doubt would follow determination,
but buoyed by adversity, I’d swim,
force commanding adaptation –
I’d find my mermaid’s breath.
Motherhood introduced constraint
called forth sensibility and caution –
whimsy replacing practicality,
a shedding of iridescent tail.
I only dig in dirt now –
ground my offspring to earthly
forays, forbid capriciousness,
convince myself I’m solid.
Absentminded burrowing –
(corners of compulsion)
reveal abandoned passages –
old waterways exhumed.
Proclaimed pragmatism falters,
spontaneity takes hold, transforms
I am nymph again – free floating
Neptune’s daughter resuscitated.
(This poem, originally entitled Chasing Mermaids, first appeared in September, 2015. Â It has been edited. Â Image is my own.)
Through thickening brush
light whispers, beckons – forest
ripe with mystery.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Â Image from personal collection.)
Clawed my way out of deep
and devastating holes,
been disembowelled
by diabolical acts,
choked on craven impulses,
blinded by revenge, but
character overrides spite,
grateful integrity intact.
(Image from personal collection)
Aspire to transcend,
reach higher consciousness,
like a lotus rising out of muck –
but grace and virtue elude me,
more mud hen than delicate flower,
lack the subtleties of enlightenment –
spiritually inept.
(Image from personal collection.)
Evolution,
not devolution,
will bring salvation.
Archeology –
the willingness
to forage
in the desert:
multi-layers
of fallout,
aftermaths,
abandonments –
unearthing
fragments,
reconstructing –
meaning,
history,
value –
brings redemption.
(This is a rewrite of a previously published work. Â Image from personal collection.)
Long since
dawn’s early
observation,
have witnessed
patriarchy’s
inequalities
first hand
second hand
lack a solution,
short of vengeance –
perpetrate rather
than end the cycle
of crime –
no place
to call home.
(Image from personal collection.)
Forged in a crucible of fire
my essence is flame –
I smoulder in silence
burn in indignation
ignite with passion –
stir these embers if you dare.
(Image from personal collection.)
Connections, like bridges,
run between us –
no matter how subtle –
nations and individuals,
there is no divide…
Imagine if we acted
in this knowledge –
mindful and kind –
not so subtle the outcome,
I should think.
(For Ragtag Community’s daily prompt: subtle. Image from personal collection.)
Night lifts,
morning slipping
through blinds,
soul returning
from nightly foray,
body awakening,
a vague sense
of disconnection –
admit it,
you know this.