Grandma!
the word wraps me
in bubbly warmth –
an invasion of limbs
impress upon my heart –
best mood-altering
prescription ever!
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter. Follow me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Tag: family
Looks Matter
Like Mary Quant
sister had the look –
groomed in etiquette,
poise and fine dining
while my boyish antics
merited mixology prep
one destined for the catwalk
the other a life of servitude
She was swank,
I was bistro.
(Image from personal collection)
Distorted Lenses
My memory of you –
distorted by childish exuberance –
distant and disinterested
Translated vacant eyes
through the lens of my needs
child that I was.
Failed to notice
the aura of defeat,
the battered heart
the robotic responses
masking unbelievable sorrow
missed it all
till death knocked
and I saw you anew –
adult lenses now fully secured.
wonder at the fortitude
that kept you upright,
the love that served us both.
No fault here –
on either side –
just a bittersweet understanding.
(Life, in retrospect, offers new revelations. Poem inspired by Reena’s Exploration challenge – image as prompt.)
Facing Truths
I am communicator,
initiator,
anticipate
a friendly invitation
from the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on the familial –
gathers sanctimonious,
moneyless, old, empty
terrors of dysfunction –
spits out shame
and rage.
Like it or not –
I am vulnerable.
Veterans All
Blamed Father for this strife,
how he twisted and spun our life,
seldom paused to give a thought
for the many wars that he fought –
how conflict made us victims all
veterans who from favour did fall.
(Tuesday is Twitter poetry day. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Soul Confusion
I was your pink girl universe,
but you, Two Spirit,
asked me to look up,
full faith, feel sky lift
your language world big,
I, little and like morning, gentle,
always open –
one sister soul
making life a play.
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Play online. Image from personal collection – available on Society6 – KnutsonKreations.)
True
Where peace keep you,
there the soul plays –
Ask the sun her best day,
the flower, her mind –
open one moment,
though another away.
We live star-eyed,
fill our home
find a little fun –
Game must be nice,
like you please, sister,
promised positive.
(Fridays, I visit Magnetic Poetry online for inspiration.)
