The Other Side

Wind carries Autumn’s songand I am crawling out of a nightmare Insides churning widdershinsthoughts grasping for a forward pull Have been to the edge,touched the volatile Birdsong breaks solemnityI catch a ray of light. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonLast September, I was in hospital fightingthrough a life threatening condition. I penned this there. Image […]

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Open To Healing

Open to healing –create a space for inspirationdelve into the subconscious Enter with pure intentionsignore limited capabilities –no offerings are meager – Embrace new startswith faith in ability –be spurred into action Self holds the answerscreative expression is key –no expertise required. (Open to Healing first appeared here in August, 2015. Edited for this post. […]

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Burrs

Burrs of misadventure clingI am not beholden to them Progress, not always visiblerequires breathing room Tenderness heals woundspatience guiding movement One by one, I extract the hookssigh with each deliverance. (Image my own.)

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Dig

Some memoriestoo darklie buriedbeneath this hide Secreted to forgotten chambersI obsess over ideologiescrave peace Only an archeological digcan set that dream in motion. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Quantity and Quality

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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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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We Are Clay

Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.

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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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Cracking the Code

Adept at uprooting, conditioned to follow chaos – know my place there. Kindness unsettles – each ray piercing cracking the crust unleashing a prism both painful and joyous – legacy of dysfunction. (Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.)    

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Midnight Encounter

Midnight and moon casts an eerie light shimmers of white-kissed fields Headlights off, I pause to contemplate the glow endless skies here beyond city limits. A herd of deer graze ignore the hum of idling motor celebrate the lunar flood. What drove me here, I cannot say; perhaps clouds relentless in February skies. Or maybe […]

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