Sacred Witness
There is no promiselife passes, sometimes trickleswe survive or thrivelove as glue, spirit reigningheart open – sacred witness. (Image my own.)
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This Is How It Happens
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 […]
Read MoreFlee The Cult
A life of servitude,the guru said,surely leads to Nirvana No debate permitted –we are but plebesanswer his every need mere women, bornto serve, to nurture… I flee the cult Why? Because I can.Servitude does notnegate free will. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreOrder and Compassion
Pythagorus surmiseda theorem of patternsdefining life’s mysteries Despite my abhorrencefor numbers, I concur thatthere is order to the unknown Guided by compassionI walk that intrepid riddleseek the enlightened path. ( Image my own.)
Read MoreTime To Cruise Is Not Now
Is there an itinerary for this lockdown?I watch as engagements line up Adventure-seekers, eager to connectwillingly engage, purchase a ticket How I would give my life to be a parthop aboard a sailing ship, escape Except disability has recalled my passport;I am a vehicle without fuel, grounded Disappointment and I watch as familiar faces venture […]
Read MoreMothers Have Regrets
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.)
Read MoreObnoxious
Try to hide this longingbut am as obstreperousas a Blue Jay proclaiming presence. Please know, that behindawkwardness is a heart truepurity of intent incognito. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own. As a child and into my dating years, I was called obnoxious. Now that connecting with others is limited, I am once […]
Read MoreSnakes at My Door
A preacher dominatessix o’clock newsmegaphone voicecommanding protestmask-less hordes roar A young repairmanoffs his mask with distasteclaims it’s all a hoax,the cure is withhelda ploy to control –read it on the internet. A friend whose wisdomand words have inspiredconfesses she’ll not acceptvaccination, as her lifeis in God’s hands. And from behind a curtainof despair, I observeas […]
Read MoreHand Holding
Father’s gripcontrolling crushwarned against disobedience First loveGrade oneholding handswalking home A sister’s hand –frail flesh stretchedover aching bones –clung to mineuntil too hot to touchI had to let gowhile she surrenderedher last breath. A lover’s handlacks stillness –strokes and cajolessensuality evoking desire Held my children’s handswith my heart – never wanting to let goprideful possession […]
Read MoreUntamed
Too young to understandethos of beauty regimesshe rejects girlish ritualssees beauty in naturein glitter of make-believe This abnegation of groomingnot rebellion, but appreciationa nuance that escapesMother’s frustrated efforts. (My granddaughters balk at having their hair done, something that drove me crazy as a parent, but now reminds me of myself as a child. One generation […]
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