Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
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.)
Read More
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 […]
Read More
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 […]
Read More
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.)
Read More
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: […]
Read More
I see a nationuniting for a purposetheir pride as buckshotforging new paths for justicerepairing gaps – room to breathe. (Image my own)
Read More
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.)
Read More
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)
Read More
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.)
Read More
Two mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)
Read More