Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Could talk for lengthsabout manifolds,hydraulics – handsstained with grease And when I offeredcarefully manicuredheart, spoke wordsof togetherness Silence engulfed himducking beneath hoodwrench twisting –relationship vanished (Image mine)
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Here’s a boy, tenderand raw, heart exposedawkward innocenceblocking intention Here’s a man, fieryeyes, hands coarse,face leather, smokywords coaxing affection Here’s a girl, book smartheart uncertain, romancea fluttery desire, caughtbetween the two, torn The boy averts his eyesfears she’ll see the ragingin his loins, read obsessionin his longing, reject him The man takes her hand,softly traces […]
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Gambled late in life –one more spin on love’s wheel –we got lucky You’ll need protection,ego said,and led me down pathssoaked with yesterday’s tears-annoyances nipping at progress But I am strong-willedbetter than that,I said, choosing to followa different route The roulette wheel spinsand here I sit, alonecounting my wins No amount of bargainingcan alter current […]
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Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
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Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
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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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Lust ignores warning signalsfancies itself a savvy consumercommits minor infractions withconfidence, sidestepping anxiety. Loneliness, nearsighted, shopswithout discernment, fails torecognize that all life is transientand patience is the key to harmony. Love – the main attraction – is nota lone chauffeur, nor a self-servingcommander, feeding off helplesslydis-abled hearts bordering insanity nor is it initiated by determinationa […]
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Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)
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No amount of empathycould help me understandthe storm inside my father Even in his death, thoughtscloud my writing, his presencepreserved in prose… (Even though it’s been fifteen years, my father’s essence remains strong – sometimes taunting, sometimes inspiring, always mysterious.)
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