Rock Pool

Is it the stillnessof the rock poolthat draws meagain and again? Authority eludes –is not my own –I dodge hawk-eyedcritics, am weighteddown…strugglingto resurface… Crave tranquilcompany, a chanceto breathe…unseen…Nature always the key (Image my own)

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River Tanka

Nightfall, river callstranquility leaves footprintson my soul, this lifeseldom calm, craves redemption –river throws calm and I fetch. (Image my own)

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Dancing

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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Not Thursday

Today is ThursdayI’m certain of itThursdays Mom callsafter her hair appointment But she hasn’t calledand I can’t find that showI watch on Thursday nightsDid they change the programming? And then I rememberthat garbage goes outThursday nightand so I scramble, but everyone else has forgottenhow can this be?Today is Thursdayand nothing is going right. (For Reena’s […]

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Stifled Progress

Nothing about the job intimidates him –has lived the ups and downs of mental health –besides, he cries for the children, abandonedwho jump from home to institution, lost. Nods at warnings about attachment knows all the drills of the hospital feels certain he’s found his place – is hit hard by the rejection Seems personal […]

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IT Takes Grit

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.)

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In the Weeds

Barrage of fearsplague each dreamrender me useless Invoke positivity, you say,but the voices persistintimate familiars I set each fright adrifthide among the weedspray for a moment’s reprieve. (Image mine)

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Peace Implied

Quiet now, placesharbouring my memories –river dreamcatcher –nostalgia floats on swan’s backpast bridges linking time lapsed. (Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Lockdown Tanka

A grackle shimmers sun highlighting blue – my mood queer melancholy – absent knocks, talks, minutiae remains discomforting din. (Photo mine)

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Urgency

I weave words with alacrity – on a mission Foreign forces infiltrate brain cells scrambling Must write till ability wanes thoughts hang Disconnected brushed away like cobwebs (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image my own.)

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