Hunger churning,
excitement building,
heart expanding…
Breathing the thrill,
opening to possibility,
Spirit revealing…
Receiving blessings,
clarifying vision
will engaging
Trusting process
believing in self
creativity soaring
Grounding in reality
feeling the stir-
change is happening.
(Path of Manifestation first appeared November, 2017, edited for this edition.  Image from personal collection.)
I am in awe of the eagles who have made our neighbourhood home. Â To see them up close is such a blessing.
For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: pure/ serene.)
Relentless this turmoil,
fear-driven storm
battering psyche,
beating me down…
Hope trails,
a gossamer thread,
a faint flutter,
refusing to die.
(Tuesday are for Twitter. Â Follow me @Vjknutson.)
If only I could bloom a rhapsody,
gentles river song for sound…
will remember your promise –
respect another soul,
honour their life,
that between each beat
emotion felt, true music,
innocent but strong
thanking your lift,
favouring the gift –
seek its fill.
(Fridays are magnetic poetry. Â Play online. Featured image from personal collection. Â Design available on Redbubble, KnutsonKr8tions.)
What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.
What if each soul,
in passing,
casts a seed
upon the earth –
and with each Spring,
the seeds burst
with beauty,
as a reminder
of the blessing
that is life.
Restlessness accompanies me
on the sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.
My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities –
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign.
Discontent, I move on –
drive the river road,
snail pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.
And then I spot it –
across the river, high up –
a massive hulk –
lens raises, adjusts, snaps –
the regal hunter turns towards me,
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –
All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.
(Linking up with my weekly challenge: Â in-between.)
Mother is fearful,
time slipping through her fingers,
loneliness enveloping her.
I hold space for her in my thoughts,
my heart aching in beat with hers.
Guilt tosses me up and down –
inadequacy knows no bests.
Brightest, like frost,
a moister dawn…
Did I live in peace?
Feel ancient life,
forest sanctuary,
stone moss?
The that do like him
soon rising
& almost dark,
I, insect, fall.
(Another Friday, another Magnetic poetry session.)
City life, blinding –
isolated cells of artificial
illumination,
ignoring a higher plan –
heaven’s connectivity.
(Written for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? prompt which is the featured image.)
One Woman's Quest 