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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Awake and Dreaming

Sip of brewed mugwortand reality shatterspixelated beadslike a murmurationshapeshifting imagesluring me skywardI am skin-sheddinganti-gravitationalAlice in Wonderlandwatch me grow. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Talking To Myself

Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]

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Light of Day

Failures, like eel grasslurk in slumber’s watersentangle me in regret I’m drowning in should’sand what if’s, until gaspingI awake with a start The light of consciousnessreleases me from emotional bogilluminates the rational I am restored, set upon the shoresof revelation, ready to stepforward with forgiveness. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: light. Image my own.)

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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman Mother-centred grey-haired essence oozing strength – a vessel, rain focused decoding political lies. Leaders are locked targeting anxiety selective stances patriarchal bedmates ending unsafe Rioters blow up martyr consciousness metamorphosis in throngs chemicals insignificant when innocence ignored temples violated. What is next? A future gatekeeper spouting personal freedom recalling pleas, […]

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Childhood Home

The place remains in my dreams like a movie set preserved… Have assigned each room a critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacon draws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go back now that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity would I discover a […]

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Morning Fog

Predawn Poseidon rises unfurls a blanket fog, burying shore and sky I awaken in a cloud, set adrift before feet touch floor – dream within a dream. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image my own.)

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In Essence, Human

My faith is goat steady – surefooted in rocky times – I keep her within sight, safely separated. Store her with potential – mountain lion persistent – set them on the other side of vision – lock myself away. It’s the tigress in my heart that unsettles me the most – certain by her pacing […]

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Spiritual Tugging

My house is in order! I shout to a cosmos intent on ignoring my pleas chthonic forces insist on invading dreams psychic locks ineffectual no barriers to protect when soul mocks purported equilibrium Order, spirit answers, is a temporal concept; continue to grow. (For Ragtag Community’s prompt: temporal.  Image from personal collection.)

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Once a Mermaid

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. […]

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