Mountain

I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the sheer immutable force of rock – and yet, my lens tells a different tale – speaks of shadows shifting witnesses mutations of colour describes a giant whose facade reflects the […]

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Or Not..

Mindlessly, veer off route – inadvertently parked. No backing up, passage ahead restrictive – perseverance called for. Overcome, I will, plead ignorance – pay attention next time.

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Contracting

Problematic situations invite expansion – ego near the point of torment I am outcast – newcomers fail to understand – this missing motor so I retreat – into distraction fail to reveal caregiver left to seek scattered connections self-absorbed needy, settled idly moving towards desolation abandoned on the edge of initiation – ego contracting.

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We Are Voyageurs, All

(Note:  This is an edited version of the poem Self-Delusion, originally written in May of 2014.  The imagery was inspired by a dream of a wagon traversing the prairies carrying the individuals described.) Obsessed, she presses onward, feet digging in, body sweat blackened by relentless dust swirling in the prairie heat; she is fatherless, widowed […]

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Dawn’s Promise

The mountain before me blocks out the rising of the sun and if I focus only on its enormity and the challenges it presents I miss what is happening beyond. A tree at the peak stands barren, stark naked against the grey of the sky; it is the dead of winter and nature sleeps. But […]

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Disability’s Wintry Grasp

Disability, a bitter wintry storm, constricts movement, freezes intentions; intervals of icy peril. I push against the onslaught, will exert myself for promises of toddler-sized embraces, live for the sunny exuberance of a grandchild’s laughter – am momentarily revived; warmth cut short by the tangled web of instability defined by this chaos – am learning […]

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The Character of Old Houses

Old houses exude charm, walls whispering nostalgic wonder, eliciting yearnings buried deep within the soul. Purchasers are spellbound, transported to simpler times, read mystical forecasts in archways and carved nooks. Committed, they settle in, noting too late cosmetic fixes, startled to uncover structural faults, despair to learn that the dreams which built this place have […]

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Evolution

Evolution takes effort – requires a heart unburdened by unrequited daydreams holding me in limbo, emphasizing past heartaches, yearning for unconditional love. I pedal backwards, am overwhelmed by where the past has led me – exaggerated reproductions, laughing at my proposals, spurning attempts at reparation – I am out of touch, stale dated. I long […]

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Choices

“Come live with us”, Mother suggests in her there’s-nothing-we-can’t-handle tone of voice.  Father lowers paper, raises eyebrows, stern blue eyes flashing over spectacle rims, says nothing.  Am I supposed to interpret concordance or contradiction? “But you live in a box!  Where would I sleep?”  “More of a rectangle.” I contemplate room dividers, imagine claiming a […]

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The Ocean Awaits

This old house wraps itself around me, radiates the warmth of memories, a solid testament to the passage of time, offers space to grow, a hospitable and loving place, I am safe here. In my dreams, the ocean awaits, a rhythmic keeper of time, reflecting clouds, moonlight, raging with the storms, in quiet times, calming […]

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