Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Pain. I push against itchallenge it A warrior intent on provingI am… indestructibleunwillingto flinch Convincedthat denialequals power Except, it gnawsat my edgestears me downbit by bit Just as I prepareto succumb…clarity …this is invitation …surrender is a gift …pain is passage I let goabsolve myselfof the need…. (Pain first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II […]
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Movement abandonsI grasp for something…concrete……air to breathe… am fast becoming…sedimentary…an object Need a verb –transitive –to drive me – The wind lifted herThe sun inspired herThe day healed her… (Image my own)
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Wary of ruts –lies I tell myselfsprouting roots,impending progress. Yet, without rootshow am I defined?Does impermanencenot also leave a stain? The ground shiftsbeneath meand I danceimperfectly inventing a rhythmthat defies ruts,mocks impermanenceand eludes definition. (Dancing first appeared here in May, 2018. Image my own.)
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Descending into the mythicalentrancedspurred byseverity ofcurrent challenge Call it fantasybut attemptingmovement isdestroying my passage I am pulling, shattering this barricadeof a life; blueprogressing:ocean bound. (Mermaid Dreams was originally written in December of 2016, two years bedridden. Only in the dreamtime was I whole and capable of overcoming. Dreams are one thing I can talk about […]
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Chronic this painfinite the energyfuels each day Ability to wonder,marvel at nature –without limits Thoughts, like leavesbreak away, swirlfloat on the wind – I am at onewith possibilityfree to create (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
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Depression monitors my movementseyes me from across the road, waits I struggle to define myself, hereat the margins of life, career lost As teacher, days were outlinedbells, rubrics, and semesters Now I must learn again, findpurpose in nothingness Despair wants to move in, overwhelmBut I’m building my fences, regaining routines – markers motivatingeach day – […]
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Rain has returnedWinter’s fickle natureoverturning hope I cower beneath bedsheets, bodyon fire – await an impulse greaterthan this pain –creativity the antidote. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.
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Tether me to the riverbankI will resist There are currents to follow, contoursto memorize Let me soarthese wings capableimagination intact. (Image mine)
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Your voice, he said, it sounds…different… Project your voiceI learned in theatre,speak to the backkeep it strongdon’t falter I had to replay your message several times…. Hold that notedig deep –from the diaphragmsing from your belly Must be something wrong with the machine… Demonstrate convictionlet your tone convey passionstand tall, be confidentmotivate your audienceDad, the […]
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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 […]
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