I am communicator,
initiator,
anticipate
a friendly invitation
from the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on the familial –
gathers sanctimonious,
moneyless, old, empty
terrors of dysfunction –
spits out shame
and rage.
Like it or not –
I am vulnerable.
Drop words like scat –
an odorous trail,
mixed ramblings,
deterring detection –
from numinous
and life-affirming
to egregious and vile –
follow me if you can.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson.)
Dreams big
this budding leader,
astral charts
painted on her walls,
thoughts always adventuring.
Eight summers
we’ve camped together
grown our minds
and spirit –
an inter-generational
love-in.
(It’s summer camp time at Grandma’s again. Â Written for Ragtag Community’s prompt, astral, and Fandango’s, camp.)
Creativity lands in unfamiliar,
communicates with the unknown –
unformed connections invite themselves in
I am open
Religiosity emerges from the crypt –
impoverished, depraved, and hungry –
overwhelmed, I am embarrassed, enraged –
should not have let my guard down.
Unsettled,
worry’s guest –
change binds me,
spineless…
this waiting is venom,
caution enticing,
pursue transformation,
big, small – and diversion
to eliminate the parasites.
Intellect needs a cure,
neediness burdensome –
taking charge messy.
Responsibility my own.
Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking
clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow
and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.
Relentless this turmoil,
fear-driven storm
battering psyche,
beating me down…
Hope trails,
a gossamer thread,
a faint flutter,
refusing to die.
(Tuesday are for Twitter. Â Follow me @Vjknutson.)
Fierce and majestic,
the bald eagles scour
the river, while I,
in awe stand witness.
Last year,
it was a mated pair
whose white crowns
commanded audience
Now, the offspring,
perches princely
claims this tract
and my allegiance
Feathered grandeur
and piercing eyes
a royal presence
somehow coherent.
(Inspired by the promptings of Ragtag Community: prince, and Fandango’s: coherent. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s: BOTD. Â The image is from personal collection and available through Society6.)
On Patriarchal watch
the feminine is on trial –
crimes noted, abetted,
intervention and consequence
murdered –
suspects ride a pendulum
where witnesses are criminal
and the vulnerable run
no peace to be had
while justice sleeps.
Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
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