Drop words like scat –
an odorous trail,
mixed ramblings,
deterring detection –
from numinous
and life-affirming
to egregious and vile –
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(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson.)
Category: creativity
Love-In
Dreams big
this budding leader,
astral charts
painted on her walls,
thoughts always adventuring.
Eight summers
we’ve camped together
grown our minds
and spirit –
an inter-generational
love-in.
(It’s summer camp time at Grandma’s again. Â Written for Ragtag Community’s prompt, astral, and Fandango’s, camp.)
Creativity Delves Too Deep
Creativity lands in unfamiliar,
communicates with the unknown –
unformed connections invite themselves in
I am open
Religiosity emerges from the crypt –
impoverished, depraved, and hungry –
overwhelmed, I am embarrassed, enraged –
should not have let my guard down.
No Fool Here
We grow our world
under evening light,
all soul charm and dance –
he a gentle father,
nice guy, quiet…
I believed.
But when search neared,
touchy –Â see a former ruse,
one smile warmed and…
sod off!
(Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. Image from personal collection.)
Rainstorm
Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking
clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow
and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.
Feathered Presence
Fierce and majestic,
the bald eagles scour
the river, while I,
in awe stand witness.
Last year,
it was a mated pair
whose white crowns
commanded audience
Now, the offspring,
perches princely
claims this tract
and my allegiance
Feathered grandeur
and piercing eyes
a royal presence
somehow coherent.
(Inspired by the promptings of Ragtag Community: prince, and Fandango’s: coherent. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s: BOTD. Â The image is from personal collection and available through Society6.)
Chasing Snakes
Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
Goldfinch
Sunshine breezes in
golden wings deposit joy –
ripples renewal.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: Â wind/ ripple. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
Creative Slump
My muse speaks in muffled tones,
a susurrus of inspiration – too bad
I am hard of hearing.
(Tuesdays are for Twitter. Â Find me @Vjknutson.)
Utterly Redonculous
Looking for a rock at present,
preferably a boulder,
might dig myself a cave
and await resurrection
sacrilegious, I know,
but the tasks are overwhelming
and the words – just too much!
I mean, eleutheromania?
The mere utterance enough
to make me run for cover
and now I am to believe
that pulchritrudinous
equates with utter beauty –
oh my raspy voice
stumbles over the words
as brain loudly protests.
Too much, I say –
will have to save creativity
for another day
Meantime,
I’ll be under
that rock.
(Prompts today elicited irreverence: Â Reena’s Exploration challenge – see for yourself; and Ragtag Community’s unusual word; slightly tamed by Fandango’s “raspy“. )
