Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Compare every love to firstunrequited – a poetessobsessed – regret, longing No wonder I lack rootsgoodbyes stack uplike cardboard mannequins There is no presence in yearningI am automaton, disengagedheart chained to fantasy. (Image my own.)
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This shield of granitebirthed from griefno match for vibrancyof heart – her songbright as cardinalmust be heard –love outwitting loss (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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How is it the sky knowsthe heart’s secrets? My blood simmersinfernal this pain A stream of cloudslit by a fiery horizon reflects what wordscannot express How is it the sky knows?
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We purchase boards imagine roots – dream bigger ignore the dawning The higher the fence, we tell ourselves, the better the privacy. Work hard, earn big. And the longing grows it’s the heart that seeks roots hungers for connection love like sunshine Would knock down walls throw open the doors bask in the expansiveness of […]
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Analysis freezes heart, I leap with reservations, engage in familiar pacts, motivations logical, observe patriarchal parlay – seduced by original sin – settle into compromise.
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Frozen surfaces linger, defy offered warmth – heart afraid to thaw. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)
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Child, delightful youth, my heart’s jewel, you are light-bearer, hope for the future – antics haphazard, laughter contagious, spreading joy, sparking imagination – I pray that your spirit remains joyously vibrant, that reality dawns gently – does not spoil the radiance of your glow. (Written in honour of my granddaughters, for dVerse pub, where Lillian […]
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Two-tongued – speaking both heart and mind – complex languages, whose nuances I’ve never quite mastered, yet am conversant in. It’s a constant learning to nail enunciation – linguistics a tiresome topic the mind, a guttural language, leans to equation and absolutes – hard consonants and long vowels; while heart-speak rolls off the tongue in […]
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Winged things are meant to fly, like birds, and planes, and dragonflies… angels… I had dreams once – winged creatures who soared limitless skies… free… Until fear – a cruel master – caged my heart, clipped my spirit… broken… Age and loss turned the page, locks illusions unravelled… escape… Vulnerable, I walk, remember wings, lift […]
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Inside intentions defined by authority restricted by accessibility budgets reason no room for bohemian attitudes heart allure of mystery spontaneity luxuriating expansive ideologies dreams effusive rationality dictates decisive response
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