Illumination
Way forwardbut a foggy trail Who coined thesethe Golden years? Light a candlewill you…better yetone for each year… that should illuminatesomething… (Image my own.)
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Focus on Colour
Life’s mountaina rough climbbody fails to adjustfocused as we areon destination Sights a sepia blurhere approaching summitscree presents new danger I vote we pause awhileappreciate our labourbreathe in colour for once. (Art mine)
Read MorePerspectives Shift
Remember youth?Life an adventureheart full of dreams Responsibility made us quartz working machines, focuson destination – life as goal In the gloaming, time blursnostalgia and regret dance withperspective – the irony of it all. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreRe-Cycling
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
Read MoreTeach Me
Teach me reverenceam losing groundchildren adultingmothering in a void Teach me acceptancedisability’s waters floodI’m in the marginsan afterthought I concede life changesrelease control – passionbegs an outlet; I am wornbut I am open. Teach me. (Image mine)
Read MoreDesert
Take me to the desert with mountains at our side; walk with me in shadows let nature be our guide. We’ll stroll amongst the cacti pay homage to the quails; take me to the desert, help me gather tales. The seasons are passing, we’re running out of time; take me to the desert; heal this […]
Read MoreBent, 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.
Read MoreEven Ghosts Yearn
Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued, gentle as a zephyr, not mythical but yielding, mindful; not worshipful nor boastful, but comforting, warm I am waning light, the mistral wind wafting, no longer a force of nature […]
Read MoreLosing Touch
Sure-footed she navigates forest floor leaps over obstacles, scales inclines knows each nook and cranny every sound a greeting but seasons pass and time erodes landscapes and senses lose sharpness the nuances of the woods fading memory the wind’s whispers elusive signals inner nymph silenced. (For Ragtag Community’s Daily Prompt: elusive. Image from personal […]
Read MoreGrandmother Vase
Pot-bellied, am I: misshapen by age and gravity – more rot than plump ripe pear – still, a vessel for love – grandmotherly vase. (Image from personal collection)
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