The knight’s bravado
is all well and good, until
the dragon wakens.
(A haiku for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? challenge – the featured photograph.)
The knight’s bravado
is all well and good, until
the dragon wakens.
(A haiku for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? challenge – the featured photograph.)
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
now crumbled and cracked,
repairs needed extensive.
Overhauling beyond means –
physically and financially –
old houses not only offer,
but test, character – beware.
(Originally posted July 2016.)
Pride hounds
sneaky, invasive
ugly determination
guards a conception
family, grandchildren,
a portrait of comfort
disregards treacherous
likeness to poisonous
histories, past loathing
offender venomous
untrustworthy, slithers
hunts, eludes detection
fleeing only abandons
face culprit, wrestle
pummel, decapitate
denial, disembowel
falsehoods, render
the serpent impotent
peace endures when
life examined marries
humility and gratitude
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Testing social waters –
that cherished state of interaction –
prone to revealing too much, learning
have been homebound, studying life
without a facilitator, now attempting to
penetrate invisibility – see me now?
gathering the salvageable bits –
minimal fragments of a once whole woman –
reaching out, reconnecting – mixed receptions
admittedly much has passed me by –
no amount of homework can undo the stain
of my cluelessness, I am slow, needing a driver
as achievement focused as ever –
would go back to work – my heart space –
bursting with eloquence, unleashing enlightenment
on adolescent ears: tales of survival,
recovery from the depths of loss, except it seems
I am still growing, the few tidbits I’ve gleaned unusable
must be selective about my memories –
am met with disregard, my story, like a gunshot,
causes others to duck, not listen, lack of scarring
a disappointment for those expecting grand
acts of heroism; scars command respect – visual
metaphors telling a linear story – my journey, marked
neither by timelines nor terminal projections –
origins of disease unknown – defies medical
knowledge, research lacking – I am estranged
who dares to question beyond the trembling
exterior, behold the opportunity that has blessed me,
witness the gift of joy that comes with re-evaluation
when character overcomes strife,
and simplicity replaces frenetic ambition –
the outcomes of enrolment in this life class.
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Proficient at goodbyes; specialize in endings;
excel at vacation relationships;
protest conformity –
can never see the value in how another does things –
pain in the neck; prefer to drive (although currently unable);
can cooperate, facilitate, bend my perspective
to fit in – graduate of the school of con –
am unfaithful to those ties that could propel me
forward; escape at every opportunity;
see predators in possible allies, view deficits
as insurmountable, take risks as long as
they don’t involve real change;
would remain underground,
if not so compelled to ignore limits;
the wear and tear on my body just blips
now navigating emotional waters,
looking to land.
(Image: soulhiker.com)