Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Intensity grips the bat-grit interwoven with anxiety Nothing less than a home runwins approval in this boy’s game The lone girl, I am aflamewith rage of inequality (Took a coveted bat and tight fist to get me here) Dig my feet in and stare downthe pitcher, ready to ignite the field. (Image my own)
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Two at the ends, two at the backone for the cook, one for the helpthis was the way of Sunday’s table:hungry tums anxiously waiting,family dog glued to the floorlest any scrap should need saving. Father would pray for all our saving;serve himself before handing back,while Mother paced the dining floorever offering us kids some helptill […]
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It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
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Upside downchanges the focus Grim becomes joyfulSerious silly Upside downshe owns the world No more lava floorsor tedious chores She is liberateda conquerer Upside downa sensitive child learns Is at certain timesa preferable viewpoint. (For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: viewpoint. Image borrowed from my daughter’s collection.)
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Raised in a battlefieldquantity doled outin abuse, qualitynot yet defined Now I write myselfout of the darknesseach chapteran uphill climb Page by pagereconciliationno shortage of wordsvalue between lines. (Image my own.)
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Followed the wind –a child without boundaries – Experience, especially hardshipclipped those wings Lost faith in the wind, pushed against her flow Till nothing was left of mefight diminished by final blow The wind, though, she persistedpicked up my diminished spirit tossed me in her whimsical wayrekindled the child. (Image my own.)
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Considering refurbishingchildhood home Unrecognizable nownumerous makeoversand even re-purposing But my heart is investedand well, I can see potentialand, oh…I know it will take work All the walls I’ve torn downand the excess furnitureand how I’ve imagined duplicity Is this folly on my partthis revisionist thinkingsee…I’m sure there is treasure hidden amongst the forgottenburied perhaps in […]
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I drink the backwashof hollowed out promises Is it me, invites indifferenceexpectations so low, selfgowned in layered shame? How do I learn otherwisebreak this toxic patternif not in pursuit of love? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
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Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher, so tightly wound I have blocked hopeI want to be good – a good girl –like that man of God saysbut his preaching ways violateprophecies a cover for sinand I am so sullied that I fearlove will distain me. How did I get here, Dreamcatcherchildhood a lost notion – […]
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Too young to understandethos of beauty regimesshe rejects girlish ritualssees beauty in naturein glitter of make-believe This abnegation of groomingnot rebellion, but appreciationa nuance that escapesMother’s frustrated efforts. (My granddaughters balk at having their hair done, something that drove me crazy as a parent, but now reminds me of myself as a child. One generation […]
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