Blazing glorious
day bids adieu
Night has it own
shadowy shenanigans
Dawn and dusk –
ever-submissive
Wait with anticipation
for the gratuitous show.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Art my own)
Blazing glorious
day bids adieu
Night has it own
shadowy shenanigans
Dawn and dusk –
ever-submissive
Wait with anticipation
for the gratuitous show.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Art my own)
My son used to burn himself
press the lit end of a cigarette
against his bare flesh
an attempt to penetrate
the numbness –
this I know
because I did it too
walking barefoot in the snow
cutting till blood oozed
there is a pain
familiar to adolescents
that bears no explanation
a hellish limbo –
suspended between innocence
and adult expectations
unable to articulate
the wrongs endured
or separate shame
from responsibility,
an inexplicable grief
and longing…
…longing to understand
at least for a moment
the pain one dare not feel.
(Image my own)
Wish I could converse –
one harmonic voice blended
in a symphony of birdsong –
but my tongue stumbles
reveals me as interloper
As much as I tread softly
over forest floor, my missteps
crackle, alert the denizens
danger is about – no imploring
can reverse the impression
Nature’s sensitivity is finely tuned
and I am urban-scented, barely
tolerated, seldom trusted –
must bear my reverence for this
sacred space more deliberately.
(Image my own)
My essay, A Girl Named Moose, received honorable mention in the Navigating the Change essay contest.
Thank you to K E Garland for the opportunity. Read the essay here.
On doctor’s orders, I will be taking things easy for a bit. Have a few posts scheduled here, and will check in when I can.
Wishing you all a blessed holiday season. I hope you know how much you mean to me.
Take care.
VJ
Paradise:
Where the clouds of yesterday
pierced by the hope of tomorrow
linger over today’s shores.
7(For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: paradise. Image my own.)
Heart beats uncertainty
aspires to full ignition
but spark-plug corroded
motion sputters
Society abandons wrecks
junkyard-strewn forgotten
easier to turn a blind eye
than face cold reality
Not all vessels were built
for speed or showmanship.
(Image my own)
Winter donned
her finest lace
today,
shimmered beneath
peacock blues
Despite a sullen
arousal, the dull
thud of worry
hovering
appreciation
lightened the mood
(For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: Winter. Photo my own.)
I offer Rage a chair
invite a conversation
She rants about childhood
and neglect, powerlessness
in the face of abuse
And I nod and remember,
suggest she’s also feeling grief
And she talks about crying
alone, no one caring, and how
I don’t let her cry anymore
I put up walls, I agree,
and ask how I can help
Stop leaving me out, she says
touting her values, and learn
to be more assertive
She says she feels abandoned
to which I reply that feelings
and reality are not the same
The conversation tires me
we’ve been around and around
the subject before…
And then I realize, I do need her
and venture to ask for forgiveness
I’ve screwed so many things up
Admitting you’re not perfect,
she smiles, definitely helps
besides…together we make ‘me’.
(Written for VJ’s Weekly Challenge: the other side. Image my own.)
Midwinter light breaks
monotony of grey – tree
dances in glimmer.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: glimmer. Image from personal collection.)