Love’s Triumph

This shield of granitebirthed from griefno match for vibrancyof heart – her songbright as cardinalmust be heard –love outwitting loss (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Overcoming

Feet firmly plantedearth centredreleasing a damof backlogged emotionawaiting rhythm’s return Does no good to cowerwe either suffocatein a melange of fearand pain, or find a flowthat carries us triumphant.

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Untethered

Tether me to the riverbankI will resist There are currents to follow, contoursto memorize Let me soarthese wings capableimagination intact. (Image mine)

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Ingredients and Outcomes

Ingredients for despair –illness, COVID, loss –all meted…Never did follow recipes I see only openingspotential for enrichmenthow the lens has powerto ruminate or celebrate (Art my own)

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We Are Clay

Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.

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Sustenance Rekindled

It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]

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In 2021, I Woke Up

This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]

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This Is How It Happens

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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Flee The Cult

A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Non-heroic

Even heroes lapselife’s connections tenuous I set my dial on pleasingregret failures – Wish I could shakethis empathetic impulse Allow others just to be –focus on accountability for me. (Image mine)

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