perspective – Page 5 – One Woman's Quest

Welcoming Party

Potted pleasures hail
Autumn’s arrival – gracious
welcoming party.

(Image my own. Haiku borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II)

Choose to rise above
believe in the certainty
of limitless skies

(Image my own)

Tectonic, the force
required to move
this wall of shame

Erasable, the missives
I write to defend my worth –
pencil strokes that only mock

Unsustainable, the hope
that life should ever receive
my efforts as more than folly.

(Art my own)

Absolutes are not to be believed
conditions multifarious, fluctuating
consider the messenger
weigh the message

Have faith in outcomes
unknowable, in resources
within, follow progression
not digression

Wisdom knows the way.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Tell my woes to River
she listens graciously
an empathic mirror

Not so the Jackdaw
whose arrogant clattering
derides self-pity

Slaps me conscious
for I am victim, yes, and
if not careful, abuser.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.
Image my own)

Self-deprecation
that louse that foils
recognition

What if I sacrificed
this invasive habit –
allowed vulnerability

Entertained possibility
of self-acceptance,
treasured what is?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Chronic this pain
finite the energy
fuels each day

Ability to wonder,
marvel at nature –
without limits

Thoughts, like leaves
break away, swirl
float on the wind –

I am at one
with possibility
free to create

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Postcard happiness –
not a thing –
life is fluid
textured
mystery

Revel in each breath
each pain
the strength
of Spirit guiding.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Ingredients for despair –
illness, COVID, loss –
all meted…
Never did follow recipes

I see only openings
potential for enrichment
how the lens has power
to ruminate or celebrate

(Art my own)

Remember youth?
Life an adventure
heart full of dreams

Responsibility made us quartz
working machines, focus
on destination – life as goal

In the gloaming, time blurs
nostalgia and regret dance with
perspective – the irony of it all.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)