Life’s mountaina rough climbbody fails to adjustfocused as we areon destination Sights a sepia blurhere approaching summitscree presents new danger I vote we pause awhileappreciate our labourbreathe in colour for once. (Art mine)
Could talk for lengthsabout manifolds,hydraulics – handsstained with grease And when I offeredcarefully manicuredheart, spoke wordsof togetherness Silence engulfed himducking beneath hoodwrench twisting –relationship vanished (Image mine)
Snow drifts in blanketing wavesI’ve forgotten the colour of grass We plow out paths, add saltpretend it’s all manageable Do not speak of riskshow slippery the route ahead Soon, the thaw will cometemperatures rising, rain We’ll slosh through the muddisgruntled and weighed down Projecting hope in the first sproutsSpring bearing the promise of renewal. (Linking […]
I’ve been remiss in expressing appreciationall the years you’ve carried me – stride confident, pace swift, head turning grace – We wobble now, you and I,strength questionablestilted soldiers forging againsta tide of contrary currents Remember endless laps in the poolprepping for provincial meets,then dancing till the wee hoursgetting down with disco? We were champions, you […]
Calm belies the stormdis-ease spawning a flurryfractured ideaspeppered with glints of hope –with focus, I too sparkle. (There have been many instances this week that have tested my grit. I am learning to harness the good moments and hang on. Linking up to my weekly challenge: I’m learning… Image my own.)
Postcard happiness –not a thing –life is fluidtexturedmystery Revel in each breatheach painthe strengthof Spirit guiding. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Remember youth?Life an adventureheart full of dreams Responsibility made us quartz working machines, focuson destination – life as goal In the gloaming, time blursnostalgia and regret dance withperspective – the irony of it all. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)