If I could touch the heavens
feel the reassurance of other
I know I would soar, untethered
to this bank of rusty dreams
and eroded faith…
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
If I could touch the heavens
feel the reassurance of other
I know I would soar, untethered
to this bank of rusty dreams
and eroded faith…
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Revisiting capacity –
this old heart
more accommodating
than once imagined
Awe-inspiring
this perspective
wealth undiscovered
the fullness of being
Jealousy, such bile,
gnaws away at resolve
if I am not careful –
challenging, but I am wilful
Stay focused
task by task
there is no loss
in colouring the world
love rose
only endless bounty.
I am crow
perched high
observant
obscure
I am crow
loudly proclaiming
righteously incensed
a warning
I am crow
one-eyed, head-cocked
mystery, confronting
pompous pretense
I am crow
foolishly singular
ignorantly insulting
I eat myself.
(Image mine)
I mine my soul
for meaning
for reasoning
for hope..
find a tangle
of old and new…
revelation masked
as struggle
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
The scenery outside my window
is passing by too fast, and
I’m facing backwards, waves
of nausea disrupting the view
I focus on emotion, animated,
try to discern its origin, realize
it is misplaced; I am disoriented
laugh at the enormity of my blunder.
Young woman, I see your pain
remember a time when I too
struggled for autonomy, purpose
Wish I could reach across
the span of generations, mirror
the beauty that I see, release
the tangle of deception that binds,
facilitate your potential, help
advance your journey, lift you
beyond the clutter and noise
and deliver you to freedom, but
your book has not been written
and the chapters need to unfold
as they will, and I am no deity
who sees with clarity the path
you must choose, the destiny
that calls you – trust that life
is educational, and you bear
the resources to see your way
through; celebrate your hunger
and rejoice in your triumphs
I will watch with nostalgia
and the pride of recognition,
for your giftedness is real
your optimism a worthy tool,
and I know you will succeed –
have faith in your tomorrows
for you were born to shine
and the pages of your memoir
await experience’s depths.
(Young Woman, I See first appeared here in September, 2017. Image my own)
Connections, like bridges
run between us,
no matter how subtle,
nations and individuals
there is no divide
Imagine if we acted
in this knowledge –
mindful and kind –
not so subtle the outcome
I should think.
(Imagine Bridges first appeared here Sept, 2019. Image my own)
Yesterday I had to tell a young woman that the charity who were offering free flights out of Poland has discontinued the program. She shared that the countries around the Ukraine have also withdrawing help.
What could I say?
Many of us have stopped watching the news as the devastation is overwhelming. Television outlets now minimize reporting.
History repeats itself because humanity lacks the stamina to for the long haul. As many as 15 million Ukrainians will be displaced because of this war joining the 100 million displaced due to other world conflict.
I don’t have the answer to this dilemma; I’m just stating what I observe. Our collective priorities do not offer solutions. We fear losing our own status quo.
Understood. Turn away, but please, stay informed.
(Image mine)
I’ve lived the fog of distance –
life’s highway a series of dips,
destination without promise
Learned that acceptance gains perspective
that climates change, and hope sustains,
and that in the stillness dreams renew.
I travel quieter paths now; appreciate
space – have surrendered to present distance,
certain that this too will change.
(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II, April, 2020. Image my own)
Meandering, a beetle
traverses kitchen floor
redefines distance
as nonlinear
Time, I realize
is relative –
confined by
memory’s lies.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This one is edited. Art my own)