Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]
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It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Solitude.I dream ofpanoramic silence –breathtakingboundless sanctity. Solitude.Wrapped in separatenesscardboard walls fallencurling corners of instability –no refuge in stillness. Solitude.Smothering starknessmadness reverberatingcanyons of alonenessoverbearing. Solitude.Persevereregale momentsfeathered encountersfaces on screenstendernessin voices. Solitude.Grace finds memercy lifts soulpossibilityopens the doorpanoramic. (This is a rewrite of an older poem, last appearing here in August, 2018. I submit it for Reena’s […]
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Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]
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I seek the elusive –organize thoughtsattempt to drawreason from obtuse Project possibilityinto unattainablehoping to acquiremarketable commodity Refuse to acknowledgehappiness is subjectiveand bliss reservedfor those who let go. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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In Calculus, I excelledthough I’d never say –intellect, the monster,rendered me target. Lesson learnedI feigned disinterestmimicked others’ struggletucked the tests results away Principles of calculusno longer apply –shame of capabilitystill a failing grade.
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Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.
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Decisions weightyI plan but am dividedhalf sailing; half cowering Optimism cheeryexperience berating Nested in traditioncraving alternatives Can I not see that plansare investments,overcome the fearin favour of expansion. (Writing this I am reminded of the saying: “I used to be indecisive; now I’m not so sure.” Image my own.)
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“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelo I fear living. No, that’s not it. I love living… …but I fear engagement… …drowning in engagement Except, I love engagement… […]
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These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
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