Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Nothing about the job intimidates him –has lived the ups and downs of mental health –besides, he cries for the children, abandonedwho jump from home to institution, lost. Nods at warnings about attachment knows all the drills of the hospital feels certain he’s found his place – is hit hard by the rejection Seems personal […]
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A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Is there an itinerary for this lockdown?I watch as engagements line up Adventure-seekers, eager to connectwillingly engage, purchase a ticket How I would give my life to be a parthop aboard a sailing ship, escape Except disability has recalled my passport;I am a vehicle without fuel, grounded Disappointment and I watch as familiar faces venture […]
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Too young to understandethos of beauty regimesshe rejects girlish ritualssees beauty in naturein glitter of make-believe This abnegation of groomingnot rebellion, but appreciationa nuance that escapesMother’s frustrated efforts. (My granddaughters balk at having their hair done, something that drove me crazy as a parent, but now reminds me of myself as a child. One generation […]
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History invents theoremgeneration repeatingvariations on a miseryabsent fathersmothers overwhelmedheartache weldedinto young psychestill inspiration invitesa new hypothesis. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringthe dead are unimpressed. (Linking up with Reena’s Exploration challenge: […]
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I see a nationuniting for a purposetheir pride as buckshotforging new paths for justicerepairing gaps – room to breathe. (Image my own)
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Illusory this ideation of separationintricate the webs that bind us Politicians focus on the holespander to the vacuous – Seekers resonate with connectionconsciousness raising awareness Remain steadfast protestorsyour vibrations wide-reaching. (submitted for Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt the featured image.)
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These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
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I crave orange –not the shade of deceitoozing in political corners I seek fiery tonesthe hues of transformationthe promise beyond this cocoon. (Image my own.)
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