Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I lied. The initial seed of disappointment has fermented, and in the absence of confrontation, grown roots written sorrowful chaptersconclusion: unworthiness Why couldn’t I just have said:I don’t understandthis makes me unhappy? Where did I learn that prevarication protectsthat I alone am responsible for emotionsthat I do not matter? Decades laterI still cannot uproot the […]
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Morning meleewith coffee pot –canister escaped gripcontents scatteredclean up ensuedsharp warningsto dogs eagerto help –second roundforgot to empty pothot liquid seepingeverywhere –I’m a tea drinker. Need I describe more?
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Trapped inside two-dimensional torusbackward spinning Not even my pulseemits an echo – would needa third dimension for that Am geometrically disfigured,an illusion, I fear, for humansubstance seldom adds up. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own,)
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I am gregariousinitiatorrisk-takereagerly anticipatingthe unknown But the subconsciousalights on old storiesgathers sanctimoniousrumours of unworthinessspits out shameand rage Reveals the truth –I am vulnerable. (Facing Truths first appeared here July ’19. This version is edited from original. Art my own.)
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House creaksferociousdecries starknessof bare wallsabsence of furniturefinality of boxesstacked and sealed Sleep eludes memind recallingpassages –his cancermy feartwist of fatethat left me housebound We could not stay herethis place chosen for healingturned prison “You’ve been good to us”I whisper, “Nowyou’ll favour someone else” She grumbles in responsethis old house, sharingmy trepidationof unknowns, changealways precarious Another […]
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Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harshfullness of noonday sunbut softly filtered rays –luxurious…inviting Love too, should be subdued,gentle as a zephyr –not mythical, but yielding…mindfulnot worshipful nor boastfulbut comforting…warm I am waning lightthe mistral wind waftingno longer a force of naturebut smoke, spirallingvanishing into non-existence And yet, even as shadows spreadI yearn […]
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Burrs of misadventure clingI am not beholden to them Progress, not always visiblerequires breathing room Tenderness heals woundspatience guiding movement One by one, I extract the hookssigh with each deliverance. (Image my own.)
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Have arranged a musical ensembleto perform for their entertainmentand one guest has already engaged Now to entertain the childrenwho bored with the setting uphave gathered to create havoc Not to mention the cats,whose presence, unexpectedis threatening my equilibrium I’m pulling out all the stops herehappiness my number one intentbut the winds have picked up, rain […]
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I chase dreamsnever daring to risebeyond the water line keeping to the reedsand shoreline of familiarityafraid of being shot down Afraid that dreams aren’t mineto claim, that I am damneddoubled cursed as womanand child of sin I will fall oftendrown in pools of stagnationtill one days these wings A mind of their ownwill lift me […]
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Shore knows repetitiontides thrust, withdraw –natural rhythm Why then should I questionstrife’s return – is it not justtide returning my load? Not as stalwart as the shoremisery bleeds onto pagetainting my ocean. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This poem edited. Image my own.)
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