My muse speaks in muffled tones, a susurrus of inspiration – too bad I am hard of hearing. (Tuesdays are for Twitter. Find me @Vjknutson.)
Category: poetry
Utterly Redonculous
Looking for a rock at present, preferably a boulder, might dig myself a cave and await resurrection sacrilegious, I know, but the tasks are overwhelming
Existence
Isolated, insulated, ignored – islands we are not – relationships define us – we dance, weave, intertwine stories grown from love, struggle, encounters Yearning for
Be Poetic
Woman who would picture home an icy decay is soon broken, a fated fool, she is always child. Look how young laugh, no secret to
Move On
Care will not change an ex – tenderness rejected – quit dwelling – no more than a servant in that abode – innocence bore dependence,
Firewall
Fear builds wall deflects possibility; I pray for purpose block revelation afraid truth, unkind, will shatter equilibrium Once faith-filled meaning flowed like blissful divine guidance
