Said his name was Orion,
“light of Heaven” –
starry-eyed, I succumbed
godlike presence, I believed,
could walk on water –
but his light fast flickered
squelched by insatiable ego,
only thing he walked on
was me…
Little Bear.
(Tuesdays, I share a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. )
Laughter, like sunshine,
cleared the air, painted our hearts
verdant love renewed.
(A haiku borrow from Twitter. Â Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
I know what infinity means:
it’s one hundred plus one.
Voice of innocence
serene her sense of self
of life’s complexities.
Should borrow from her,
embrace that confidence,
but worry intervenes.
How do we preserve
the wonder of youth,
save her from cynicism?
That it is! I reply,
my smile a warm hug –
vow to be forever advocate.
(I submit this poem, inspired by my six-year-old granddaughter, to three challenges:
Ragtag Community’s, serene; Â Fandango’s advocate; and Reena’s Exploration challenge. Â Image from personal collection.)
Midnight, the water
running between us,
frigid the air –
despondent the heart
whose selfish outburst
destroyed the bridge
to your love.
(Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Idleness fills his hours
as if time knows no limits
I devour moments, afraid
tomorrow will forget me
we see-saw between
treacherous righteousness
and fusty avoidance
ignoring balance –
a sensible response.
(Inspired by the perils of an aging marriage, and submitted for Ragtag Community’s prompt: Â fusty.) Â Image from personal collection.
We grow our world
under evening light,
all soul charm and dance –
he a gentle father,
nice guy, quiet…
I believed.
But when search neared,
touchy –Â see a former ruse,
one smile warmed and…
sod off!
(Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. Image from personal collection.)
Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
Care will not change an ex –
tenderness rejected –
quit dwelling –
no more than a servant
in that abode –
innocence bore dependence,
and that perpetual need to fix
only perpetuated plummet –
hold cries,
confess
to being a survivor!
Blamed Father for this strife,
how he twisted and spun our life,
seldom paused to give a thought
for the many wars that he fought –
how conflict made us victims all
veterans who from favour did fall.
(Tuesday is Twitter poetry day. Â Visit me @Vjknutson.)
You see blood black
yet, I am alive
dressed in cool blue
like finest water roses
we fiddle noisy,
together a showy pit
pant of heat,
like juices –
what sin!
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â Play along.)
One Woman's Quest 