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)
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)
Be as trees reachingcanopy of harmony –gratitude implied. (Haiku originally appeared here September, 2019. Resubmitted here for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: canopy. Image my own.)
I try to scrape history from stonereassemble words on vellum –bravado pretending release Pick my mentors from amongstthe enlightened, willing osmosis –ego avoiding blood: grit of change (Art my own)
That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without boot,hopping and laughingall the way home. Then, later, on the busthat car hitting where we satthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all over the dead lady’s face. I thought I’d made itwhen my new car had a sunroofkids riding along, music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne […]
I drink the backwashof hollowed out promises Is it me, invites indifferenceexpectations so low, selfgowned in layered shame? How do I learn otherwisebreak this toxic patternif not in pursuit of love? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
She looks over my shoulderthat sister, born dying –whom I mocked, cajoledand judged so harshly She breathes down my neckthat sister, I despisedfor her sin, and mistakeshow she always abandoned me She taunts me constantlyridicules my failing waysher thoughts poisoned dartsattack me at my core My eyes are opening,compassion too late“Karma bites”, her ghosthisses as […]
Ground beneathshiftingonce solidnow swirlingdissolving –gritty eddiesof sand… Would be a desert stormif not standingat water’s edge;nothing for itbut to leaptake a riskand fly… (This poem first appeared here as Flying Fish, in 2016. Now edited and retitled for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: swirling. Image my own.)
Cardinal cares notfor human noise, her sweet songa sprightly museeven the meanest of heartsturn skyward at her bidding. (A tanka for Thursday. Image my own.)