This I Know

Eventualityof gravityis bona fideFlesh is not iron Minds, however,can strengthen, ifnurtured withopen compassion Spirits plummetand revive, buoyantas the grace thatserves them. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)

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Liberated?

Call myself liberatedbut this modern woman’sshadow arches backwardsfinds its reflection in legacies How can I forgive my own failingswhen their tale takes root inoppression and abuses long passed?Liberated a misnomer. (Image my own.)

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Need A Verb

Movement abandonsI grasp for something…concrete……air to breathe… am fast becoming…sedimentary…an object Need a verb –transitive –to drive me – The wind lifted herThe sun inspired herThe day healed her… (Image my own)

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Beat Goes On

Big band galasSeaside dancehallsSwing dancingMen in uniformMemory-soakeddaydreams likeshots of adrenalinearthritic fingers tapto a distant tune. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)

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Bridges

Captivated by bridgesconnection previouslyassumed impossible A grandchild’s lovethe loyalty of a dogthe kinship of writers I watch life pass byflash on sorrow, tillbridges restore peace. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Marital Dance

We converse in actionswords inaccessible –have not been schooled in dialogues for two. His clutter spreadspronounce’s a kinglypresence, commandsattention, oppresses I clean with insistenceshuffle papers, wipe upcrumbs, assert my rightto co-exist, belittle him. Once we studied dance;he learning to lead, Ito follow signals – the artis lost on us now, our steps more interference, blockingan […]

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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)

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Perspectives 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.)

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Re-Cycling

Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)

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