Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Considering refurbishingchildhood home Unrecognizable nownumerous makeoversand even re-purposing But my heart is investedand well, I can see potentialand, oh…I know it will take work All the walls I’ve torn downand the excess furnitureand how I’ve imagined duplicity Is this folly on my partthis revisionist thinkingsee…I’m sure there is treasure hidden amongst the forgottenburied perhaps in […]
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Do we have to be awayto find home? Not the mortgagedtwo cars in the drivewaydouble-income kind of dwelling I’m talking peacein the heart, comfortin the soul, blessed home I have felt Presencein nature, witnessed Spiritin a newborn’s eyes beheld reverence in a dyingsister’s final breath – fleetingglimpses, nothing solid I seek an eternal senseof belonging, […]
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To compensate for the obnoxiousexuberanceof my flameI attemptto oversimplify Oh dear!Seems I’ve failedagain… (As a young woman, obnoxious was the word beaus used when breaking up with me. The poem says the rest. Art my own.)
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It’s Monday again –days passing throughmy hands like sand,no receptacle in whichto catch the granules –why this sense of urgency? In high school, I played hookywiped away the hours in emptyplaces, sought answers forquestions I could not articulate,chased dust while other formulateddreams – how is this any different? Am I not just recreating the pattern,painting […]
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Full moon vibesstir the mood Dogs restlesssleep evasive Dangerous inklingsplague the mind Evil dons the faceof sympathy Opaque beneathdespair’s howling. (A dark poem from Twitter Tuesdays @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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When did guilt obviatethe need for sustenance? This deipnophobia paralyzingheartless stares dredge up my truth: insatiable hungerneed to stuff down emotion the certainty that I deservedthe abuse – endless shame My fork traces the outlinesseparates food groups My mind makes mental notesof what I’ll gorge on later. (Deipnophobia is the fear of dining in public. […]
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Way forwardbut a foggy trail Who coined thesethe Golden years? Light a candlewill you…better yetone for each year… that should illuminatesomething… (Image my own.)
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She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]
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Chronic this painfinite the energyfuels each day Ability to wonder,marvel at nature –without limits Thoughts, like leavesbreak away, swirlfloat on the wind – I am at onewith possibilityfree to create (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
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Endings berry-colouredsentimentsresting on a shelf Nostalgiadoesn’t give a lickabout failurescherishes emotion No amountof cunning can erasethe sweet taste of first love. (Image my own)
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