Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
Isolated, insulated, ignored –
islands we are not –
relationships define us –
we dance,
weave,
intertwine
stories grown
from love,
struggle,
encounters
Yearning for love’s
reciprocity innate –
to delight in discovery,
sludge through pain,
emerge stronger
markers of existence.
(Revisiting older pieces with a new eye. Â Existence first appeared July 2013.)
Blamed Father for this strife,
how he twisted and spun our life,
seldom paused to give a thought
for the many wars that he fought –
how conflict made us victims all
veterans who from favour did fall.
(Tuesday is Twitter poetry day. Â Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Fear builds wall
deflects possibility;
I pray for purpose
block revelation
afraid truth,
unkind, will
shatter equilibrium
Once faith-filled
meaning flowed
like blissful
divine guidance
but life changes,
challenges –
virus suppressing
vitality
I set my walls
ineffectively,
it seems
need to adjust
these filters.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: meaning and truth, and Ragtag Community’s: flow; and Fandango’s: firewall.)
Defining self – pride
fighting for recognition –
so many profiles.
(Written for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: pride & fight, and Reena’s Exploration challenge: featured image (art by Tolga Girgin)).
Transient, this life –
visit the nested,
encounter knots,
snakes threatening,
recognize the poisonous
intrusion, try to deflect,
avoid confrontation,
but even perfection
is vulnerable –
temptation test
sticky business –
that which I seek
to remedy, only
comes to roost on me.
Grateful for the wilder times,
days when daring ruled –
amassed fodder for stories,
harmless antics eliciting
laughter – ever more sweet
as body fails, nothing left
but to reminisce.
(Twitter Tales. Â Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Look at me –
all authority and control –
productivity overload
until emotion,
undisciplined,
toddles in,
waves her curls
disrupts
feed her sugar –
a bribe to settle her down –
she’s having no part of it
topples organization,
sabotages rationality –
child’s mind taking over.
Years when children,
perpetually in motion,
required a referee –
Mom’s energy replete
so ephemeral now –
time having vanished,
weariness lingering,
savouring memory blurs.
(Inspired by my grandchildren, and the prompts of Ragtag Community: ephemeral, and Fandango: referee. Image from personal collection.)
If only I could bloom a rhapsody,
gentles river song for sound…
will remember your promise –
respect another soul,
honour their life,
that between each beat
emotion felt, true music,
innocent but strong
thanking your lift,
favouring the gift –
seek its fill.
(Fridays are magnetic poetry. Â Play online. Featured image from personal collection. Â Design available on Redbubble, KnutsonKr8tions.)
One Woman's Quest 