Winter defines this stage,
this page, night descending
too early for my taste
If I catch a falling star,
can I shed the excess
layers of this confinement
Follow animal impulses
to a sunnier clime, restore
exuberance of noble youth?
Passion persists, intelligence
intact, just need a brighter
angle from which to reveal it.
(Image my own)
These hovering lows
how does one escape the pull?
Defensiveness a useless tool
I cannot read intentions
I self-animate
a contrived endeavour
Shine reduced
I am humbled
off colour
Grief, on repeat
I want to disappear
like Peter Pan
childlike, armed
with illustrious fantasies
Could this be metamorphosis –
A paralytic calm
a spell-binding ponder
cracking righteousness
till clarity fades the gray
Oh, how I pray it is
the light of love
chiseling a new path
(Inked sketch my own)
What light is this
illuminates the midnight clouds?
I have risen from my bed
lured by this oddness
Suspecting menace,
but finding only wonder
How the walnut radiates
her presence conspiratorial
Pine tree and brush
surely giggle at my confusion
The yard, a marvel in white
glows in the unexpected brightness
I sense, but cannot surmise
a message in this nocturnal glow
Feel only the inadequacy of my awe
and the inferiority of humble words.
(Photo captured at 1:30 am, three nights ago)
Light accentuates…bedazzles
transforms ordinary into magical
slips beneath the shadows…
and glows fantastic.
(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II. Image my own)
Thoughts, no more than grains,
block the path; how did I become
so invested in self-analysis:
a fool’s game, no winners
Light does not trip over molecules
but decorates, celebrates passage;
moves on – a hopeful dance
whose steps I’d do well to imitate
(Image my own. Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)
There is light in unknowns –
at least I project it there –
caught between the current
ashen landscape and the achings
of a solitary childhood…
I like to think faith guides me
but she is muted like the gardens
of my dreams, more ethereal
than palpable and I need concrete
have waited too long for that train
of certainty to carry me away…
course it never comes, there is no easy
just a slow, steady plodding: a pace
that age has settled on; so I turn
to inner landscapes, imagination
remembering colour…and yes, light.
(Image my own creation)
Heavy Autumn sky cover
mirroring an internal gloom
I own this fight; this darkness
the trail is mine alone
Woodpecker’s drumming
fails to distract; I am submersed
Till sunlight pierces the veil
an unmistakeable allure
Gratitude, I am reminded,
always at the ready.
(Image my own)
Winter defines this stage,
this page, night descending
too early for my taste
If I catch a falling star,
can I shed the excess
layers of this confinement
Follow animal impulses
to a sunnier clime, restore
exuberance of noble youth?
Passion persists, intelligence
intact, just need a brighter
angle from which to reveal it.
(Lighting Call first appeared here January, 2019.
Linking up with Reena’s Xploration challenge: light. I
mage my own.)
Failures, like eel grass
lurk in slumber’s waters
entangle me in regret
I’m drowning in should’s
and what if’s, until gasping
I awake with a start
The light of consciousness
releases me from emotional bog
illuminates the rational
I am restored, set upon the shores
of revelation, ready to step
forward with forgiveness.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: light. Image my own.)
Caring heart
shines bright
Needs, like moths
flock to light,
cast shadows,
threaten to eclipse –
Love’s eternal fight.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: love. Image from personal collection. Original poem on Twitter @Vjknutson.)
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