One Woman's Quest

Meet You At The Station

Alternate realities
parallel linear logic –

Non-ego driven forays into
magical mysteries –
answers not supplied –

Float in orgasmic,
ethereal landscapes –
kaleidoscopic colours
unseen by cloistered eyes

Behold irrationality –
a mad whirlwind of all-time
convening into a single moment

The portal’s open,
step aboard;
make sure your ticket
is round-trip.

(Submitted for Twenty Four’s 50 Word Thursday challenge. Image supplied by Deb W.)

Sibling Stuff

Brother, angel
me, a slow cat growl,

he, an ocean blue seer,
a son of blushing peace

me, the wilder,
would bleed self velvet
dazzle you cake cool

long not for desire,
die by concrete crap

forgive from belly.

(Another poem inspired by the Oracle. Try it out.)

The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky;
high above the palm leaves quiver,
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver
even birdsong has become a wither
Nature’s wrath seldom a passing sigh;
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky.

(An attempt at a triolet for Jilly who is hosting the dVerse pub tonight.)

Irrational

Past, present, future
time sequentially frozen –
logic holds no sway
when fear and emotions rear,
exist despite boundaries.

(A tanka for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge – exist/today. Also linking up with Manic Mondays 3 Way Challenge – frozen.)

Creating

Winter –
the colour of my hair,
a sedentary state of being,
the numbing over of ambitions…

These are but illusions…

I am fluid,
essence flowing,
passion undaunted,
creating.

A Recipe for Wonder

Trust, as if
trust is not an issue

Let curiosity lead –
hunger for learning

See the world as undefined –
focus soft.

(Amaya is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight, encouraging us think about “the secret ingredient”. I am also linking this poem to Willow Poetry’s: What Do You See? Image provided by Willow Poetry.)

HoHoHo, What?

A snowy-bearded man in
a uniform of red, says
HOHOHO
sets our wheels spinning –
suddenly behavior counts,
and calories don’t, and mistletoe –
well you know…

Does not anyone else find it odd that
a marketing construct is our ambassador
for good cheer?

(A quadrille written for dVerse where the focus is on cheer. Also linking up to Ragtag Community’s : uniform. No Santa Clauses were harmed in the making of this poem, nor does the author claim to be totally humbug. Artwork is an original. Cheers all!)

Letting Go is Complicated

This confined life –
carefully construed –

ingrains order,
commands discipline.

I can free myself
from urbanity,
declare adventure
as prerogative, but

how long before
I release the need
for control, unburden
internal restraints

let go, and open
to divine rhythms?

Doubt I possess
the trust required
to live with such
uncertainty.

(Submitted for Twenty Four’s 50 word Thursday. Photo is part of the prompt.)

Endurance

Victorious love –
even in loss holds merit,
spurs the growth of wings.

(For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge)