Nature of Age
Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.
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Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.
Read MoreWe define our lives in acrostics while nature audits the damage We bemoan isolation while Mother exhales A sigh of hope – all praying for reset. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson. Image my own.
Read MoreI 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, […]
Read MoreWhat will be written in the aftermath – so much owing, so little justification. Upended anxiety – regal anticipations shattered by cancer – yes, life is a teacher No matter, if we survive – but where to go then Earth’s riches exploited Commitments crumbled – confess we have Father issues but it’s time to emerge, […]
Read MoreI am Earth Giver of life aligned with elements both protect and ravage all bear scars this is the process I am Mother womb and tomb be thankful. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from my Twitter account @Vjknutson. Photo from personal collection.)
Read MoreMother to a child – barely able to tie shoes watching, listening, ever-present through fields, trees, at water’s edge provided shelter, grounding – whispered cautions child grew, left her side – pursued dreams until life overwhelming – an adult returns “Mother?” she cries. “Here,” Earth responds. (It’s quadrille night at dVerse, and Kim is hosting […]
Read MoreI navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, feel my frailty – this path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the sheer immutable force of rock – and yet, my lens tells a different tale – speaks of shadows shifting, witnesses mutations of colour describes a giant whose facade […]
Read MoreWell before I was of an age to articulate it, I understood that there was something sacred about nature. An indescribable presence spoke to me and I, unscathed by the creeds of modern religion, learned to listen with reverence. My appreciation for a Higher Being was stirred in the gardens of my birthplace. The vibrant […]
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