Pondering Cruelty

Male mallardonce procuringoffspring, abandons Female, charged with carebecomes a target, oftenkilled by next mate I contemplate the orphansthe cruelty rendered what purpose struggle serves. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Welcome Visitor

Mercy bore wingsgraced my doorstepher cheery song nectarfor a weary heart –initiative all hers. (Image mine)

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Nature of Age

Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.

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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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On Encountering a Grove of Buttercups

Wild the buttercups thrive beneath emerald canopies – Joyous the heart open to reverie swells – Earthy matters soothed in moments of ethereal release.

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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman Mother-centred grey-haired essence oozing strength – a vessel, rain focused decoding political lies. Leaders are locked targeting anxiety selective stances patriarchal bedmates ending unsafe Rioters blow up martyr consciousness metamorphosis in throngs chemicals insignificant when innocence ignored temples violated. What is next? A future gatekeeper spouting personal freedom recalling pleas, […]

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Notes of Change

Earth plies her paintbrush under heavy cloud cover sun perseveres wind carries a secret tune – notes of change on horizon. (Image my own)

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Blue Sky Moment

It was birdsong stopped me in my tracks distracted as I was by pandemics and ceaseless worry I looked up I looked up and there was glory white blossoms triangulated against endless blue sky Blue sky like a messenger from afar lifting my spirits stirring longing It was birdsong stopped me in my tracks I […]

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Delay

Robin’s melody bait for this weary soul – I hear promise but nature is fickle Winter renews onslaught mocks any hope – Solution to melancholy once again delayed. (Image from personal collection)

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Glorious Morning

Cardinal sings me awake promises a verdant day viburnum scented breezes and the sun’s warming light. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.  Linking this up with my weekly challenge, which is morning.  Also linking up with Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: song.)

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