Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Every child a dreamerschool the tribunalwhere imaginationis sentenced to death Adulthood is a canyonwhere ambition sheltersthe broader view, till ageresurrects the child. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)
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Abandoned, this heart –old walls scarred but solid Lest you look upon me with pity,remember – roses grow here planted at the peak of love’s holdvibrant despite the ensuing thorns. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)
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Quest for independence born of familial dysfunction led me down a path of dissent Compromise, I believedwas toxic, swore againstthe brutality of submission Need no one,depend on no onehave nothing to lose Overlooked the joyof interdependence –an alien concept Chose a lonely path, a straggler destinednever to belong… (Image my own)
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Plant me in the countryunder city lights I meltI need open skieswhere nature thrivesI am tourmalineun-minedurban blightdanger beyond repairplant me in the countrymy soul is buried there. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)
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Tectonic, the forcerequired to movethis wall of shame Erasable, the missivesI write to defend my worth –pencil strokes that only mock Unsustainable, the hopethat life should ever receivemy efforts as more than folly. (Art my own)
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Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harshfullness of noonday sunbut softly filtered rays –luxurious…inviting Love too, should be subdued,gentle as a zephyr –not mythical, but yielding…mindfulnot worshipful nor boastfulbut comforting…warm I am waning lightthe mistral wind waftingno longer a force of naturebut smoke, spirallingvanishing into non-existence And yet, even as shadows spreadI yearn […]
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Shore knows repetitiontides thrust, withdraw –natural rhythm Why then should I questionstrife’s return – is it not justtide returning my load? Not as stalwart as the shoremisery bleeds onto pagetainting my ocean. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This poem edited. Image my own.)
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Dauntingthe loomingmountainsideor the oceansidecliffs whose ascentmocks my limitations Fragile,the glint ofspidery thread,whose expanse, thoughdelicate, stretches without fear The way our income curvesdownward, whileour needs mount Life’s slopesprecarious, demandinginevitable, and yet we find ourselvesill-prepared when forced to navigate them.
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Ingrained in methis flighteye on the futurethe periphery closing in. Husband urges meforward, but wherethis road leadsI do not know Connected to selfopen, escaping intothe vast expansebecoming fluidalive, nurtured I have been spit outby life so often,taught to be taut,it’s hard to plunge,let go of the pastand just swim. (Submitting for my weekly challenge: peripheral. […]
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Like living in the shadowof a volcano, each complacencyshaken by treacherous rumbles While some seek equalityothers chew on bitter lackand who profits when tempers succumb tothe hot lava of anarchy? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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