Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
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.)
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 it was another pull,
a knowing, a grace, calling me
to open spaces – an offering
Surreal this suspended moment
stars dispersing sombre greys
tides of emotion releasing
I am transported,
uplifted, encouraged –
Heaven’s stellar promise.
(Inspired by a midnight ride and Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: stellar. Image from personal collection.)
Aged and well worn –
history and family
have left their marks –
weakness surfaces.
I tug at the imaginary
unravel essential core –
hearts burdened hide
gilded truths
Uncovering, a collaborative task
housing a trove of potential –
optimism and hope within,
always more room for growth.
(Image from personal collection)
Across the miles, our words convene, threads of our lives intertwining to form a tapestry. Stories of sorrow and kindness, humanity restored – of observation and empathy of inspiration through resonance of brilliance and artistry. Each thread as colourful as another, delicately added, thoughtful musings. Of generations and legacies, misunderstandings contributing to […]
via Together a Tapestry – V.J. Knutson — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
Evolution,
not devolution,
will bring salvation.
Archeology –
the willingness
to forage
in the desert:
multi-layers
of fallout,
aftermaths,
abandonments –
unearthing
fragments,
reconstructing –
meaning,
history,
value –
brings redemption.
(This is a rewrite of a previously published work. Image from personal collection.)
What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.
This exile –
self-imposed, I confess –
wears thin with age.
Too many winters
braving the cold –
heart’s frozen rebellion
against Father’s tireless raving,
Mother’s queenly submission.
So many moons
engaged in a crusade –
armed with but a hollow sword –
the chill of time lapsed,
irretrievable.
Castle lights are waning,
death lingers in the air,
and only now, on this fateful
periphery, do I wonder –
measure the rage against costs –
blame’s righteousness builds
only walls – faults corpses
rotting either side.
Empty-handed, I approach,
cowed by the enormity of task –
bearing no gifts, no legacy –
only a paltry offering
of forgiveness – pray
I am not too late.
(Image provided by Willow Poetry as her weekly challenge: What Do You See? Also linking up with Frank at the dVerse pub, whose theme tonight is blame and forgiveness. Ragtag Community’s prompt is fault.)
