Nine months of incubation –
dark, watery womb of life –
emerge to blinding brightness,
learn to covet the light –
yet our soul struggles, defies
ego’s hold on certainty –
fights against conformity,
draws us back to the tomb –
deep into the mysteries,
where discomforted, challenged
we grow accustomed to the dark.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge, which this week asks us to end our work with: “We grow accustomed to the dark.” Â Image from personal collection.)
Cancer.
The fear reverberates, ping-pongs
through our community –
seniors with hope,
fresh start
desire
after years of toil, children, woes
we congregate, create –
new family,
future,
plans rise
yet, we know, existence is
unpredictable, key
in another’s
hands – God
drives, we
follow, fulfill, crave redemption,
or at the very least,
a few year’s rest,
pleasure
unchecked
before the ‘C’ word is unleashed
and hearts throb with sorrow,
band together,
support.
(Written for Dark Side Of The Moon’s Cinquain Poetry Challenge. Â This is a Cinq-Cinquain. Â Check here to try out this form. Image from personal collection.)
Fragmented dazzle
alters scene – serene moment
rendered tenuous.
(Haiku written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: serene/scene. Â Also inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: dazzle, and Fandango: tenuous. Image from personal collection.))
In summer they were rock,
a picture poured
of woman wanting,
but men are lazy,
could drive me to ask
a thousand why’s
Is it her play?
& will these drunks
blow through
or licker?
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)
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.)
Is this inherent restlessness,
a fiery blue spark
of eternal angst
igniting passion –
a call to write?
(Image from personal collection)
There is chaos inside –
of course, there is –
we did not emerge from the womb
fully enlightened…
I release the chaos
brush stroke by brush stroke
word by forming image,
unravel the mystery,
find new depths.
Anchored, no money –
lack has a way of turning
dreams into fool’s gold.
(Dug up this haiku from August 2015 for today’s prompts: Ragtag Community and Fandango both choosing ‘fool’. Image from personal collection.)
Stitches, I’ve had a few
Casts and splinters and slings
Avoided the C-word
Radiation not needed
Surgery did the trick
Some scars invisible
Underlying lesions
Remnants of
Volcanic-sized disruptions
Instinctually I strive
Visualize a better day
Accept life’s challenges
Live with fullness.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: 
Sugar!
Luscious morsels
tantalizing taste buds,
elevating blood counts, craving
sugar!
Sweetness filling
lack, and emotional
high – chocolate as substitute,
sugar…
savour, swallow,
deny empty spaces,
forget no-one ever calls you
Sugar.
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s 5-line poem challenge: Â Cinquain Swirl.)
One Woman's Quest 