Curious by nature
drawn by hope
we push forward
spring ourselves
from mud-mired
traps of psychological
undoings
focus on a horizon
where sunrises
and sunsets
offer glimpses
of glory
optimist and pessimist
daring to believe
that the beckoning future
bears equal promise.
(Hopeful first appeared here May, 2108. Image my own.)
Sun’s gift a final blaze
draws me to cliff’s edge
darkness doesn’t credit day
owes it allegiance to another
the great moon orator
whose tides and pull
send me plunging
ego-less and flailing
till morning sets me
on my feet again.
(Image my own)
A retreat centre
somewhere beneath
open air, amongst
boughs of birches
and sturdy oaks.
It will be a feast of minds
each new acquaintance
a delicacy of delight
each interaction
laced with verbal spice
Some will perform
others peddle their wares
cameras clicking
and stories being told
A weekend to fill our hearts
our minds, our souls,
and then we’ll part
still hungry for more
and meet again
the next year,
somewhere else.
(In response to my weekly challenge: envisioning a gathering of blogging friends. Image my own.)
Big band galas
Seaside dancehalls
Swing dancing
Men in uniform
Memory-soaked
daydreams like
shots of adrenaline
arthritic fingers tap
to a distant tune.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own)
Upside down
changes the focus
Grim becomes joyful
Serious silly
Upside down
she owns the world
No more lava floors
or tedious chores
She is liberated
a conquerer
Upside down
a sensitive child learns
Is at certain times
a preferable viewpoint.
(For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: viewpoint. Image borrowed from my daughter’s collection.)
Raised in a battlefield
quantity doled out
in abuse, quality
not yet defined
Now I write myself
out of the darkness
each chapter
an uphill climb
Page by page
reconciliation
no shortage of words
value between lines.
(Image my own.)
How bright is the soul
that dares to stand alone,
who gives voice to injustice
who is willing to sacrifice
self for a higher purpose…
What song might we sing
should such a spirit move us?
(Image my own.
Soul Power first appeared here May, 2018)
Compare every love to first
unrequited – a poetess
obsessed – regret, longing
No wonder I lack roots
goodbyes stack up
like cardboard mannequins
There is no presence in yearning
I am automaton, disengaged
heart chained to fantasy.
(Image my own.)
Descending
into the mythical
entranced
spurred by
severity of
current challenge
Call it fantasy
but attempting
movement is
destroying
my passage
I am pulling,
shattering
this barricade
of a life; blue
progressing:
ocean bound.
(Mermaid Dreams was originally written in December of 2016, two years bedridden. Only in the dreamtime was I whole and capable of overcoming. Dreams are one thing I can talk about for thirty minutes without preparation: my challenge this week. Image my own.)
Captivated by bridges
connection previously
assumed impossible
A grandchild’s love
the loyalty of a dog
the kinship of writers
I watch life pass by
flash on sorrow, till
bridges restore peace.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 