Door to Creativity

Empty spaces hold wonder, I drop emotion focus on presentopen mind to mystical –creativity takes flight. (Written for Eugi Causerie’s weekly challenge: mystical. Image my own.)

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Patient, Heart

Happiness worship an unmonitored highway – numinous moments catalyst for earthbound soul – church impulses, breathe spirit. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter.  This poem is in the form of tanka.  Image my own.)

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Unapologetic

If they call you vermin show them moxie no explanation needed Best path is paved with honesty, avoid potholes of popularity Authentic self travels further without camouflage. (Image from personal collection.)

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Brain on Fire

My mind is ablaze – ideas churning vying for recognition – greed is ego’s bane hogs the spotlight but other thoughts stir gentler, more insightful – will remain in shadow till a quorum empowers artful expression. (This poem is from Twitter @Vjknutson.  I’m linking it up with Reena’s Exploration challenge which is the featured image.  […]

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Inspired

Oh, this symphony, this magnetic resonance – my brain is on fire, a duende spiralling mystical discovery. (Ragtag Community’s daily prompt is duende.  I am also linking up to Reena’s Exploration challenge #111, in which the linked video is the prompt. Credit to Aeon.com.  Photo from personal collection.)  

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Creative Slump

My muse speaks in muffled tones, a susurrus of inspiration – too bad I am hard of hearing. (Tuesdays are for Twitter.  Find me @Vjknutson.)

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Fluttering

Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating in sleep, disrupting idle moments – a hum, a breeze, a niggling, as if I’ve trapped passion, like a firefly, jarred it in some inner cellar… and still, it glows […]

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Creating

Winter – the colour of my hair, a sedentary state of being, the numbing over of ambitions… These are but illusions… I am fluid, essence flowing, passion undaunted, creating.

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A Sail Called Hope

Sail erected, call it ‘Hope’ Location dialed in Saboteurs asleep Done with party persona, inalterable generalities Ready to cater to the awake Willing to believe in dreams There’s a calm opening, and Sail is erected, call it ‘Hope’.

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On Nature

How is it that a tree can stir my soul, so? Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs – an orchestra of giants, the reassurance of green towering and proud – the music of my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is it that the sky can speak to me? No words to convey its […]

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