Yearning for renewal
we wrestle dragons –
unsuspected passages,
like time machines
scattering ticket stubs
We distract
seek nourishment
percolate meaning
Nostalgic nuances
succumb to
jagged memories –
Cubism in motion.
(Art mine)
Tag: Love
Discourse on Love
Gathered up all the love
I’d previously rejected
pulled it to me
like a well-worn cloak
Imagined the comfort
such a vibration would bring
oblivion amounting to bliss
But love –
my interpretation of it –
does not nullify pain
And I writhed in its intensity
pain physically ingrained
burdened by memories
How can this be? I cried
In darkness I turned to love
projected nirvana
uncovered such an ache
Rejection, I surmise
allots protection
Love reveals
source of suffering
depth of denial
neglect of self
I’ve conjured only what-ifs
and could-have-beens
deluded attempts at restoration
Love does not dwell
in fantastical places
but here, in the moment,
when wide-eyed, I embrace
what is, walls down
vulnerability inviting compassion.
(Art mine)
Imitation
Pockets of light
illuminate the shore –
day submitting to dark
I trace the lines
of our passage,
remembering
How winds and tides
shaped us, how carelessly
we wasted time…
Danced around
our solitudes
imitating intimacy
(Once upon a time I wrote poetry for Twitter. This is one. Image my own)
Betrayal (tanka)
Lies from lips linger
when kisses shred sanity
and hot embraces
burn soul-deep, abandonment
reducing hearts to residue.
(Image my own)
Eternal Warrior
Caring hearts
shine bright
Needs, like moths,
flock to light
Cast shadows
threaten to eclipse
But love’s fight
is eternal.
(Linking up to Reena’s Exploration Challenge after a long hiatus. Image my own)
Love’s Waters
Love’s waters rise
defy the impossibility
of our sedentary walls –
tides and emotions
like sculptors
reshaping the contours
of opposition, softening
the places where hearts meet.
(Art my own)
Old Codgers
Idleness fills his hours
as if time knows no limits
I devour moments, afraid
tomorrow will forget me
We see-saw between
treacherous righteousness
and fusty avoidance
Ignoring balance –
the sensible response.
(Written in 2019, I chuckle that little has changed. Image my own)
Wallflower
I accept differences –
understand that internal processes
are subjective, that emotions
colour perception, but..
I seek commonality,
a binding sentiment –
enough connection
to seal the love I crave.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)
Washed Ashore
Was willing to settle
even before casting off –
anchor-less, with no compass
to guide me, nor oar to steer
Left fate to the currents –
a vessel adrift, naïve –
trusted those with power
to rescue me, unaware…
of the target vulnerability
made of me, that sharks
circle wayward boats,
certain of a catch
No wonder, when finally
I came ashore, wrecked,
I had lost faith in love,
turned hope to cynicism
Had failed to register
the dangers of sailing
into uncharted waters,
without a life preserver
Ignorant of the skills
I needed to stay afloat
and safe, in a sea where
discernment saves lives.
(Washed Ashore first appeared here in July of 2018. Edited. Image my own)
Cold Shoulder
Once I counted your love
on daisy petals –
loves me, loves me not
Followed you to Aberdeen
where the grey wafted
like haar off the sea
Everything cold –
cruelty of avarice
absence of compassion.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 