Seasonal Passages

Summer yearnssun burningwater coolinglife affirminglonging for love I would hold you therein those days of youthwhen relationshipdonned mysteryand fear shroudedthe path But Autumn reigns nowa time for letting goa time for turning back clocks – timelost in a mere blinkon the shores of our story And soon Winterwhen I will knitour memoriesinto cozy dreamsand while […]

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Wonder Cycles

Every child a dreamerschool the tribunalwhere imaginationis sentenced to death Adulthood is a canyonwhere ambition sheltersthe broader view, till ageresurrects the child. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)

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First Kiss

Dock sittingpast midnightparental dronehumming in distance Two silhouetteshaloed in moonlightI lean in, heart poundingyour lips brush my forehead Nothing more…Nevermind! I blurtscrambling to leave rejection a soul tattoo (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own. Care to join me and write about your first kiss?Drop me a link so I don’t miss it.)

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Who Am I, If Not Responsible?

This pedestal of responsibilityhas elevated me, out of reach,out of touch – lumps togetherchildren, mate, mother, sister… Caregiver extraordinairepresent overcrowded byobligations…am unwell,off topic, fed up, surely… I am other abled, have roomfor more – not martyr related –hesitant to plan, my purposefor being so intricately tuned to the needs of others, shouldquit while I’m ahead […]

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This I Know

Eventualityof gravityis bona fideFlesh is not iron Minds, however,can strengthen, ifnurtured withopen compassion Spirits plummetand revive, buoyantas the grace thatserves them. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)

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Sunday supper table (sestina)

Two at the ends, two at the backone for the cook, one for the helpthis was the way of Sunday’s table:hungry tums anxiously waiting,family dog glued to the floorlest any scrap should need saving. Father would pray for all our saving;serve himself before handing back,while Mother paced the dining floorever offering us kids some helptill […]

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On Divinity

Righteousnessspeaks not ofDivine intent Indigenous sufferungodly loss fromChristian hands A Muslim communitymourns the brutalityof sanctimonious wrath Hate is the inventionof mortal minds – Divine love is a riverthat flows for all. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Pity Not The Scars

Abandoned, this heart –old walls scarred but solid Lest you look upon me with pity,remember – roses grow here planted at the peak of love’s holdvibrant despite the ensuing thorns. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)

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Where Ignorance Leads

Quest for independence born of familial dysfunction led me down a path of dissent Compromise, I believedwas toxic, swore againstthe brutality of submission Need no one,depend on no onehave nothing to lose Overlooked the joyof interdependence –an alien concept Chose a lonely path, a straggler destinednever to belong… (Image my own)

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Rural Roots

Plant me in the countryunder city lights I meltI need open skieswhere nature thrivesI am tourmalineun-minedurban blightdanger beyond repairplant me in the countrymy soul is buried there. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)

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