Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]

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Talk To Me of Horses

Talk to me of horsesthe young man saysthin locks of blonde mattedon a sweaty brow, flashes of bluethat fade as eyes succumbto weariness, the constantwhoosh, whoosh of respirator. Talk to me of horses:the world is losing its gripand I care not aboutthe weather or car mechanics,but I dream of horsesand I am feeling so emotional […]

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Confessions To A Dreamcatcher

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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Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Mothers Have Regrets

Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)

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Talking To Myself

Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]

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Childhood Home

The place remains in my dreams like a movie set preserved… Have assigned each room a critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacon draws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go back now that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity would I discover a […]

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What We Really Need

We purchase boards imagine roots – dream bigger ignore the dawning The higher the fence, we tell ourselves, the better the privacy. Work hard, earn big. And the longing grows it’s the heart that seeks roots hungers for connection love like sunshine Would knock down walls throw open the doors bask in the expansiveness of […]

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Faulty Vision

Cupped hands gather tears dreams once clear now misted, gone – nostalgic ideals. (Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: water/ smoke.  Also for Reena’s Exploration challenge – image featured.)

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Night Travels

Night lifts, morning slipping through blinds, soul returning from nightly foray, body awakening, a vague sense of disconnection – admit it, you know this.

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