Globules of rain
hit the window
panes sloshing
Day has not yet broken
the sun held captive
unforgiving clouds
A ghostly figure
perches mid tree
leers eyeless
I recognize
feline contours
fearless slink
A daemon stalker
We’ve wrestled before
Have I summoned her?
She shifts
haunches easing
into pounce
Not today, Lord
I pray aloud
Not today!
(for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: ghostly. Image my own)
Lean into it;
more shoulder!
Physical drudgery
does not suit me
Ill-equipped
sculls lacking
But I will try
begrudgingly
Back leaning into
monotonous task
Prayed for a lifeboat
never imagined this.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One (me) plus one (you)
equals two (a couple)
So why is it that division
makes me feel less than whole
And subtraction (we minus you)
renders me an integer
And how, in this state of sub zero
do I solve for y?
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt here. Image my own.)
Remaining silhouette
of a leader –
hero was expected –
instead, hit with quirkiness
Unaffected by indifference
accepting his alibis
his ego bloodies
we remain strangers
Ride along
as hive buzzes lies
he sulks at refusals
commands attention
Reputation shredded
still holds appeal
gobsmacked intelligence –
and so it goes on.
(Image my own.)
Foresight
Optimal, but
Rare
Everything
Shifts
Insight
Gains
Hindsight
Taunts
(For Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt: foresight. Image mine)
Roses, hydrangeas
we are as flowers
in this garden called life
Who appointed gardeners
to pronounce weeds
to extinguish breath?
Murder is murder
we are all fallen
paradise suffering blight.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
A cruel master
the ticking clock
So much potential
Get it done!
I rush past shadows
crumple the pages
failed attempts
mounting
What of dreams?
Of life’s destiny?
How I worship
at the altar of should
Even with positivity
fantastical notions fall short
I argue against uncertainty
meet only disapproval
There is no magic
no pre-destined fame
just dust gathering
the dead are unimpressed.
(Linking up with Reena’s Exploration challenge: follow link for video prompt. Image my own.)
I see a nation
uniting for a purpose
their pride as buckshot
forging new paths for justice
repairing gaps – room to breathe.
(Image my own)
Empty spaces hold
wonder, I drop emotion
focus on present
open mind to mystical –
creativity takes flight.
(Written for Eugi Causerie’s weekly challenge: mystical. Image my own.)
Emotions a mess
no security in words
page invites finesse
thoughts tumble, filters falter
longueur of sentences bore.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
One Woman's Quest 