change – Page 3 – One Woman's Quest

Another Chapter Closes

House creaks
ferocious
decries starkness
of bare walls
absence of furniture
finality of boxes
stacked and sealed

Sleep eludes me
mind recalling
passages –
his cancer
my fear
twist of fate
that left me housebound

We could not stay here
this place chosen for healing
turned prison

“You’ve been good to us”
I whisper, “Now
you’ll favour someone else”

She grumbles in response
this old house, sharing
my trepidation
of unknowns, change
always precarious

Another groan
and I concur
we grand dams
need extra TLC

but I have faith –
an injection of
new life
will do us both good.

(This is a found poem, excerpted from a post of the same name which appeared on my second blog in July of 2017. Image my own.)

Uncertain Times

Like living in the shadow
of a volcano, each complacency
shaken by treacherous rumbles

While some seek equality
others chew on bitter lack
and who profits when

tempers succumb to
the hot lava of anarchy?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Toil

I try to scrape history from stone
reassemble words on vellum –
bravado pretending release

Pick my mentors from amongst
the enlightened, willing osmosis –
ego avoiding blood: grit of change

(Art my own)

We Are Clay

Erasing the past –
collecting ash with chopsticks –
infertile practice
embrace, learn, and recreate
we are clay – artist’s magic.

Sun Knows

Find hope in sunsets
bursts of magnificence
momentarily absolve
worry, guilt…

When did fear gain
such hold, and how
do I demystify its lies?

The setting sun knows,
I am certain, will follow her
into darkness…

(Image my own.)

Unexpected

Spring-loaded
the lever
that releases us
from reality

One minute
set on a path
the next, victim
course uncharted

Survivors
question –
existential
questers.

Hope for 2021

Erasable

Paper me over
with carnal designs, I am
hourglass losing
myself in the shift – pencil
sketches facing erasure.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art mine)

The Colour of Change

I crave orange –
not the shade of deceit
oozing in political corners

I seek fiery tones
the hues of transformation
the promise beyond this cocoon.

(Image my own.)

In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman
Mother-centred
grey-haired essence
oozing strength –
a vessel, rain focused
decoding political lies.

Leaders are locked
targeting anxiety
selective stances
patriarchal bedmates
ending unsafe

Rioters blow up
martyr consciousness
metamorphosis in throngs
chemicals insignificant
when innocence ignored
temples violated.

What is next?
A future gatekeeper
spouting personal freedom
recalling pleas, charming
ghosts of the past?

We need
discernment,
a woman
Mother-centred
grey-hair wise
leading the way.

(I dreamt of a goddess figure, and attempted to capture her in the pencil drawing featured. Working on that dream, many things have emerged. The poem above is just on example.)