On Patriarchal watch
the feminine is on trial –
crimes noted, abetted,
intervention and consequence
murdered –
suspects ride a pendulum
where witnesses are criminal
and the vulnerable run
no peace to be had
while justice sleeps.
On Patriarchal watch
the feminine is on trial –
crimes noted, abetted,
intervention and consequence
murdered –
suspects ride a pendulum
where witnesses are criminal
and the vulnerable run
no peace to be had
while justice sleeps.
Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
Sunshine breezes in
golden wings deposit joy –
ripples renewal.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: Â wind/ ripple. Â Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
Majesty is a tree
quiet strength
and vulnerability
no more sheltered
from acts of nature
than I – none
impenetrable,
although youth
believes it –
days when strength
equates with rigidity,
resistant arrogance
A right fighter, was I,
iron will, in control –
never measuring up
such foolish nonsense –
destructive, no doubt,
took illness to educate
recognize courage in
withdrawal, merits
of inviting understanding
physical limitations
birth potential –
gracious acceptance
surrender of struggle
open, vulnerable,
rooted, like a tree.
My muse speaks in muffled tones,
a susurrus of inspiration – too bad
I am hard of hearing.
(Tuesdays are for Twitter. Â Find me @Vjknutson.)
Looking for a rock at present,
preferably a boulder,
might dig myself a cave
and await resurrection
sacrilegious, I know,
but the tasks are overwhelming
and the words – just too much!
I mean, eleutheromania?
The mere utterance enough
to make me run for cover
and now I am to believe
that pulchritrudinous
equates with utter beauty –
oh my raspy voice
stumbles over the words
as brain loudly protests.
Too much, I say –
will have to save creativity
for another day
Meantime,
I’ll be under
that rock.
(Prompts today elicited irreverence: Â Reena’s Exploration challenge – see for yourself; and Ragtag Community’s unusual word; slightly tamed by Fandango’s “raspy“. )
Isolated, insulated, ignored –
islands we are not –
relationships define us –
we dance,
weave,
intertwine
stories grown
from love,
struggle,
encounters
Yearning for love’s
reciprocity innate –
to delight in discovery,
sludge through pain,
emerge stronger
markers of existence.
(Revisiting older pieces with a new eye. Â Existence first appeared July 2013.)
Woman who would picture
home an icy decay
is soon broken,
a fated fool,
she is always child.
Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.
Cite brilliant poetry
from gold air,
shred time,
post-needs cake,
naked thrush.
(Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)
Live-streamed chaos
warps social norms – mindfulness,
art of Zen – balance.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: zen/ chaos.)
Care will not change an ex –
tenderness rejected –
quit dwelling –
no more than a servant
in that abode –
innocence bore dependence,
and that perpetual need to fix
only perpetuated plummet –
hold cries,
confess
to being a survivor!