Tyrannical, Â my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Â Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with the other. Â I cowered with the rest, shame a heavy weight.
Oppression dictates
warped sense of love, intimate
nightmare – relearning.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #89. Â Relationships have been the theme of my dreams lately – thus the reversal to childhood.)
A mother’s heart is the sun –
the rays of her love,
the beams upon which
a child learns the skills
necessary to navigate
life’s tightrope walks.
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Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.
Frozen surfaces
linger, defy offered warmth –
heart afraid to thaw.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)
Balanced sustenance –
a recipe I seek, but
my mate is needy,
treasures extremes,
pulls, tugs – despite
the resistance,
the doubt,
I will succeed.
Triangular,
this relationship –
I hold one corner,
a loyal staple, while
he runs on sentiment,
questions mechanics,
manipulates,
threatens to tear
us apart, but
our love –
the pinnacle –
keeps us in check.
(Do you ever write a poem, tuck it away, and then discover it later, with no remembrance of the words or process? Â Such is this poem for me. Â No idea what spurred it and yet, here it is. Â Thought I’d share it anyway. Â Thanks for reading. Image is from personal collection.)
Broken, we embrace –
you slowly hole away,
explore a laughing woman,
lie with her of like poetry
When you awake
my self is clouds
their windows dark
but for glass –
no-one could end this.
(Magnetic Poetry seems to keep dragging me into the past. Â If you want to try it, the link is here.)
Gentlest morning, and I touch
this quiet smile, lightly,
trust joy, us…
Sister shares a sad word,
where he enjoyed her honour
over me – been with, drank…
A language so strong that
dare can, in evening,
sounding old, never forget.
(Words courtesy of Magnetic Poetry online.)
In summer they were rock,
a picture poured
of woman wanting,
but men are lazy,
could drive me to ask
a thousand why’s
Is it her play?
& will these drunks
blow through
or licker?
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)
Golden
this heart, this plea
no makeshift proposal
I am smitten, hard bitten, sold –
be bold!
Be bold!
say you are sold, also smitten
accept this proposal
this heart, forever
golden.
(A mirror cinquain for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge. Â I’ve also worked in the prompts of Fandango (makeshift) and Ragtag Community (bold). Â Image is from personal collection. Â A coloured version is available on KnutsonKr8tions at Redbubble.com.)
One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)
(Image: Â A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
Fertile is love –
an ancient fruit tree
soft and up-giving
were life root
almost too wet –
moony world
Secret: Â I wither,
am stone berry –
no rain at lake
walk bucolic earth
follow winter cover
shed colour
watcher,
will live,
do.
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day. Â Image is from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 