Caring hearts
shine bright
Needs, like moths,
flock to light
Cast shadows
threaten to eclipse
But love’s fight
is eternal.
(Linking up to Reena’s Exploration Challenge after a long hiatus. Image my own)
Category: Love
Love’s Waters
Love’s waters rise
defy the impossibility
of our sedentary walls –
tides and emotions
like sculptors
reshaping the contours
of opposition, softening
the places where hearts meet.
(Art my own)
Old Codgers
Idleness fills his hours
as if time knows no limits
I devour moments, afraid
tomorrow will forget me
We see-saw between
treacherous righteousness
and fusty avoidance
Ignoring balance –
the sensible response.
(Written in 2019, I chuckle that little has changed. Image my own)
Wallflower
I accept differences –
understand that internal processes
are subjective, that emotions
colour perception, but..
I seek commonality,
a binding sentiment –
enough connection
to seal the love I crave.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)
Washed Ashore
Was willing to settle
even before casting off –
anchor-less, with no compass
to guide me, nor oar to steer
Left fate to the currents –
a vessel adrift, naïve –
trusted those with power
to rescue me, unaware…
of the target vulnerability
made of me, that sharks
circle wayward boats,
certain of a catch
No wonder, when finally
I came ashore, wrecked,
I had lost faith in love,
turned hope to cynicism
Had failed to register
the dangers of sailing
into uncharted waters,
without a life preserver
Ignorant of the skills
I needed to stay afloat
and safe, in a sea where
discernment saves lives.
(Washed Ashore first appeared here in July of 2018. Edited. Image my own)
Cold Shoulder
Once I counted your love
on daisy petals –
loves me, loves me not
Followed you to Aberdeen
where the grey wafted
like haar off the sea
Everything cold –
cruelty of avarice
absence of compassion.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
We Are Not Islands
We are not islands:
isolated,
insulated,
to be ignored.
We are hearts engaged
in a relational dance:
intertwining stories,
weaving new tales
Yearning for love’s reciprocity
Delighting in wonder of discovery
Slugging through painful demise
Striving to be better
We build walls,
construct towers,
follow paths leading nowhere –
the pitfalls of our quest
Artificial barriers:
lofty ideals,
dead ends…
and still we push on
Dreaming of hands that hold
and gentle waters – soothing
and warm – passionate kisses:
Love’s rewards
We exist
not for accumulation
but for the gifts that arise
when open hearts dance
(Image my own)
Ironic Illusion
This ache,
this searching
how rawly
I feel your absence
Selfishly ignoring
your heart
reaching out
trying to connect
a lifetime of circling
without closing the gap
Ironic
illusion
of distance
If I Could Only Breathe
So much I want to say,
yet the oppression of opposition
stomps heavily on my airways
cutting off the flow
Daughter of a trans father
mother contemplating MAiD –
embroiled in controversy,
I see only injustice
Cannot fathom the hatred
the railing against books
and glamour, and science,
misappropriation of christianity
How am I supposed to grieve;
take up arms for those I love,
when I am silenced before I speak
judgments cast without a thought?
If I could have a word,
if anyone would listen
I would share, perhaps insight
into the lives of secrets held
Describe how hearts wilt
beneath cruelty of suppression
how torn apart we become
ignorance voiding authenticity
I would tell you of the horrors
that dwelt within our homes
the fear of discovery, of rejection
how ugly it all felt….until
Education offered explanation
and in that opening
we saw potential to climb out
from our shadowy existence
embrace a life in which our love
is neither tainted nor deviant
and tell me please, as I try to listen
how such hopefulness is sin, after all.
(Image my own)
Tragedy (tanka)
Melancoly drags –
one young lovelorn foot stuck in
regret’s muddy path –
ignores what is near, mistakes
what if for what is. Tragic.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)
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