Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Morning meleewith coffee pot –canister escaped gripcontents scatteredclean up ensuedsharp warningsto dogs eagerto help –second roundforgot to empty pothot liquid seepingeverywhere –I’m a tea drinker. Need I describe more?
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Fast-paced moving targets explosions and obstacles – a gamer’s rendition of the quest for love. (Tuesday is borrow from Twitter day. My words. My account: @Vjknutson. My image.)
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A morsel of truth and I am off like White Rabbit chasing meaning, convinced that intellect is just the tool I need to decode the mystery – bruises testament to holes I’ve climbed out of.
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She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order, ruling with charitable hand. Nor is she at social affairs, head bent in rapt attention, smiling cordially, gracious with compassion. The Queen is missing – the poise and composure that […]
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One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy. Third, a trickster, stays out of sight and then springs – keeps me on my toes. This raising children, like herding cats – next to impossible, and I’m allergic. (A […]
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Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage pill, must be this state of chronic ill. (A funny ditty for Dark Side Of the Moon’s Whyquain challenge. I might have taken liberties with the form, but it was […]
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Take a classroom of five-year-olds – nimble-footed, names unintelligible – add a dozen runny noses and three boo-boos and one unfortunate ‘accident’. Introduce a teacher – holiday hazed and overtired – mix with a controversial curriculum, a dash of micromanaging parents, and splash of report cards due. Blend cautiously, taking care that all ingredients remain […]
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A wink? Seriously? Am I meant to smile in conspiratorial culpability, was that a Colgate bright teeth, complete with chime wink, or… a big bad wolf, I’m coming to get you later wink, or… hand-in-cookie-jar, you didn’t see this – in which case, I wink. (Written for dVerse‘s quadrille night – a poem in 44 […]
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Descended from fire, I am earth, and spring, and graciousness – Oh, that it were so – fiery yes, with a love of nature, but grace? Truth is I am 5th born, not supposed to be – naming left to father who fumbled in the act, named me incorrectly and thus my identity was born […]
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Plump the lips pad the ass, pull abs in Push-up bras and false eyelash, botox, and brows Make us pretty much less witty – do not overdo Natural is rave naked is yuck – to find perfection choose a routine that sculpts and shapes, then lie. (dVerse quadrille prompt is yuck, Ragtag Community is plump, […]
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