Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
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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Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
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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.
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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 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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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)
Read MoreAcross 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 […]
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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.)
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What life tears apart nature mends – cyclical flow, divinely decreed. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend) Image from personal collection.
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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 […]
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