Where Ignorance Leads

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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Roses For Souls

How long the soilhoused tiny souls, pleas ignored –crimes leave footprintsPlant a rose for each childblood red to mark evil’s path. (Image my own. Poem borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)

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Purging Betrayal

Burn the love letterswatch as each quaint lie curlssham interrupted –betrayal’s intricacyscatters amongst the embers. (Image my own)

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Even Ghosts Yearn

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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Wayward Daughter

(Warning: this poem discusses the effects of sexual assault, and may be disturbing to some readers.) Back and forth I travel, searchingfor her – retrace every bend, curve,detour – back to the water, the sand,the beach where I lost her…haunted by velvet brown eyes – bedroom eyes,they told her, men with greedy loins,calculating – I […]

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A Mirage

Do not apologizethe fault lies not with you Love, while lauded for its cures,is not always compensation for a life of turmoil –I know you loved her Watched as you let your dreams slideheart wringing with your own sorrow There was just something about hermen lined up to grasp… to make her What? Theirs? Happy?It […]

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Exorcism Required

It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Still, I Dream of You

Bound to this saudade –the agony of knowingI let you go, rejecteda love so pure –the road has been longpitted with heartacheyou, my greatest regret. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)

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Equality

Two mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)

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Survival of an Artist

He had lost everything of value to him. There was an empty canvas on the easel, his colors and tools.  What would he paint?  * Eyes reddened from tears he bears his soul, like a wolf howls into the emptiness No response Life shrinks at the sight of him wounded creatures fearing his motivations, advances […]

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