Dis-Figured

Trapped inside two-dimensional torusbackward spinning Not even my pulseemits an echo – would needa third dimension for that Am geometrically disfigured,an illusion, I fear, for humansubstance seldom adds up. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own,)

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Facing Truths

I am gregariousinitiatorrisk-takereagerly anticipatingthe unknown But the subconsciousalights on old storiesgathers sanctimoniousrumours of unworthinessspits out shameand rage Reveals the truth –I am vulnerable. (Facing Truths first appeared here July ’19. This version is edited from original. Art my own.)

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Another Chapter Closes

House creaksferociousdecries starknessof bare wallsabsence of furniturefinality of boxesstacked and sealed Sleep eludes memind recallingpassages –his cancermy feartwist of fatethat left me housebound We could not stay herethis place chosen for healingturned prison “You’ve been good to us”I whisper, “Nowyou’ll favour someone else” She grumbles in responsethis old house, sharingmy trepidationof unknowns, changealways precarious Another […]

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Garden Magic

Flowers awakenimagination – magicpaints the garden bed. (Image my own)

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Tumbleweed

Rings me every timehe’s in town – Tumbleweed, I call him –a man I love to hate He tints my normalcywith neon rushes, flames of screaming lust – I’m better of without himwish he’d lose my number…well…maybe after next time. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own. Piece is purely fiction, I promise)

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Devilish This Fear

Devil borrowsTwilight’s voicetortures sensibility Tangled bedclothesgrumble, inflexiblebedmates – unsupportive Where is reason?my mind wailsheart drumming discord I access light, perch on edge of bedwill myself to breathe (My dear husband is in hospital again, his fifth surgery to reconstruct his knee. It’s been a long ordeal and my heart bleeds for him. Fear is an […]

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Burrs

Burrs of misadventure clingI am not beholden to them Progress, not always visiblerequires breathing room Tenderness heals woundspatience guiding movement One by one, I extract the hookssigh with each deliverance. (Image my own.)

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Youth Dreams

Beneath the willowa young woman dreamsHarlequin romancein hand – portrait ofstormy-eyed perfection Innocence luxuriatesin spicy dreams, awaitslove’s sweeping encounter –hormones not yet bearingthe bruises of disappointment. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Orchestrating Happiness

Have arranged a musical ensembleto perform for their entertainmentand one guest has already engaged Now to entertain the childrenwho bored with the setting uphave gathered to create havoc Not to mention the cats,whose presence, unexpectedis threatening my equilibrium I’m pulling out all the stops herehappiness my number one intentbut the winds have picked up, rain […]

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Afraid To Fly

I chase dreamsnever daring to risebeyond the water line keeping to the reedsand shoreline of familiarityafraid of being shot down Afraid that dreams aren’t mineto claim, that I am damneddoubled cursed as womanand child of sin I will fall oftendrown in pools of stagnationtill one days these wings A mind of their ownwill lift me […]

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