Too much black
Too much colour;
Fashion out of sync
Too many calories
Extra weight a turnoff
Comparisons cut deep
Stay close;
Stop being anti-social;
Friendliness invites abuse
Children need their mother
How do you plan to pay?
Better find a job.
Never enough
Beaten by criticism
A lonely marriage
Control suffocates
Narcissism cares not
Road is dead-end
Break free
Take the leap
True love begins with self.
(Image my own)
I am drizzle –
particles failing
manifestation
I am xyloid –
essence of being
stiffly carved
I am sun dog –
illusion of brilliance
floating by…
I exist…
barely
perceptible
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Child of mine,
what rage is this
that sets you against
a younger brother?
What discontent stirs
so deeply within that
you would lash out
at me, your mother?
Let us sit a moment,
and let me, with tenderness,
listen, for your anger masks
pain, and I am not so far
removed from childhood
to recognize that tone.
If I have wronged you,
speak; I need to hear it.
If peers are pressuring,
or bullying, or you feel
betrayed, lay it here
in my hands, and I will
comfort you, and offer
what wisdom I have.
Your well-being is sacred
to me; let me hold you –
you’re not too old – linger
here in my embrace until
the tears come, and the storm
passes; I will hear your fears,
frustrations, and disappointments,
and together we will figure it out.
Child of mine,
I am here for you,
no matter the reason;
your pain is my pain,
talk to me; I am listening.
(This poem first appeared Dec, 2019. Image my own)
Oh, to soar above the clouds
for just one day –
free-floating, empowered…
What perspective would flight reveal –
the illusion that is civilization?
the fragility of our walls?
Still, let us aspire to ascend…
without regard for the fall…
(Image my own)
Nature leaves her fingerprint
on this land; River pushes on,
her perseverance a reminder
that all is flow, and what feels
like an ending, is indeed
just a passage in time:
Carry on.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Dove’s mournful cry
spotlights Nature’s calling –
Let us find a harmonic note
sing along for conservation,
for preservation, for a strong
tomorrow – find our voices
and join the chorus.
(A New Year’s resolution for the world. Image mine)
To orchestrate
harmony of the whole
banish dysphoric memories
Salvage unraveled bits,
extinguish sulphur stench
of failed flames
The show is underway:
banish past to backstage,
future is in the audience.
(Image my own)
I know that abyss –
swallowed up as I was
punch-drunk on darkness
Bled as I emerged,
each reach a scrape –
there was release too
Revived now, I honour
that passage, recognize
the making of a woman.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Image my own.)
How a single ray of light
slips through a thicket
setting a leafy row ablaze
How the Kingfisher’s trill
echoes off silken waters
How our love remains despite
the ills that pursue us …
Glorious mystery.
(Glorious first appeared here December, 2019. Edited here. Image my own)
Air is laden with toxins
of which we do not speak
You have deemed me evil
and I wear garlic to mock
your vampire ways –
Both missing the essence –
that our souls are indigo –
deep and true, yearning
for a rich connection.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 