Invisible
marginalized –
components
of self
devalued
by marketing trends
still sentient enough to need:
acknowledgment
recognition
acceptance
respect
kindness
never overrated.
Together a Tapestry – V.J. Knutson — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
Across the miles, our words convene, threads of our lives intertwining to form a tapestry. Stories of sorrow and kindness, humanity restored – of observation and empathy of inspiration through resonance of brilliance and artistry. Each thread as colourful as another, delicately added, thoughtful musings. Of generations and legacies, misunderstandings contributing to […]
via Together a Tapestry – V.J. Knutson — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
Vultures Come
Vultures come
sharpen talons and beaks
tear at necrotic flesh
pick this carcass clean
I need a committee
to rid me of parasitic past
trauma’s cadaver
weighing me down.
(Linking up to Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Â A macabre bird and poem to fit the season. Â Image from personal collection)
Faulty Vision
Cupped hands gather tears
dreams once clear now misted, gone –
nostalgic ideals.
(Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: water/ smoke. Also for Reena’s Exploration challenge – image featured.)
Unexpected
Expectations safely stowed
pursed alongside judgment,
I am bent on finding an outlet
for already disgruntled disposition.
Encounter inexperience
fumbling responsibility –
an overwhelmed innocent
lacking in accountability
I offer a suggestion,
to roll up my sleeves
and before I know it
compassion’s employed
This was not my intention –
I am ill-equipped for such
a commitment, surely
I am of no practical use.
Yet, here I am, engaged
expectations tossed
in favour of service –
please don’t judge.
Prevailing Might
The world, I’d say,
is struggling to endure –
upheaval the new norm
old protocols redundant –
insane the political thrum.
Surely hope has remained,
a constant flickering might.
Inside, I Scream
(Warning:Â trigger)
It wasn’t for want of terror –
inexplicable horror
caused me to quake
There was no one to hear –
a remote lair, boarded
ensured the perfect crime
Even in the aftermath –
self erased, movement
adrenalin automaton
Even then, no sound,
voice stifled by guilt
certainty blame was mine
Art of dissociation
keeps me now, surface
calm – shame numbed
The scream a silent
reverberation
tearing at my soul.
(For Ragtag Community’s daily prompt:Â scream.)
Dance in Denial
Autumn dons a mask,
regales the changing season,
ignores Winter’s threat –
and I too, dance, brightly clad,
deny the nearness of death.
Mallard
In Mallard’s wake woe –
with clipped wings, I watch and yearn
for Winter sojourn.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)
Bent, Worn, Alive
Bent –
life’s tribulations weighty
do not confuse this folding
with weakness, I am
worn –
tested resilience
nourishes creativity
I am muse rich,
alive –
alone my story
an illustration,
my life art.
One Woman's Quest 