Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued,
Tag: Love
Empty Vessels
We’ll buy a boat, he promised, spend our days adrift on a sea of possibilities. So, she waited, tethered her hopes with ropes of whimsy
Grandmother Vase
Pot-bellied, am I: misshapen by age and gravity – more rot than plump ripe pear – still, a vessel for love – grandmotherly vase.
Prey
Brought you my pain – swaddled like a baby, a tiny fledgling not yet ready to fly – craved nurturing – missed the hawkish glint,
Unbearable
Said his name was Orion, “light of Heaven” – starry-eyed, I succumbed godlike presence, I believed, could walk on water – but his light fast
Best Medicine
Laughter, like sunshine, cleared the air, painted our hearts verdant love renewed. (A haiku borrow from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
