A Convertible Summer

Summer of ’67 British invasion Canada claiming 100 – Dad arrives home in a powder puff blue convertible. Back seat sisters long hair flapping bellowing along with 8-track tunes: Loving Spoonful “Do you believe in magic?” I, barely nine idolizing a sister sixteen – a model with go-go boots and hippie style Cottaged at Sauble […]

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Childhood Home

The place remains in my dreams like a movie set preserved… Have assigned each room a critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacon draws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go back now that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity would I discover a […]

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The Heart Remembers

Memories shift, haze like grains of sand dispersing – sentiments heart set. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge:  haze/sand.  Image from personal collection.)      

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Desert

Take me to the desert with mountains at our side; walk with me in shadows let nature be our guide. We’ll stroll amongst the cacti pay homage to the quails; take me to the desert, help me gather tales. The seasons are passing, we’re running out of time; take me to the desert; heal this […]

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Alone

Soft, the day’s fading light, hushed, the manic pace – my heart’s rhythm lulled beats a nostalgic melody – love’s memories bittersweet. (Tuesdays, I post a poem from Twitter.  You can follow me @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.)

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Creativity Delves Too Deep

Creativity lands in unfamiliar, communicates with the unknown – unformed connections invite themselves in I am open Religiosity emerges from the crypt – impoverished, depraved, and hungry – overwhelmed, I am embarrassed, enraged – should not have let my guard down.

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Lingering Laughter

Grateful for the wilder times, days when daring ruled – amassed fodder for stories, harmless antics eliciting laughter – ever more sweet as body fails, nothing left but to reminisce. (Twitter Tales.  Visit me @Vjknutson.)

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Remember When

When you were Eden, that longest prairie night, warm with verdant moss on trunk, no soft cover, river shine vivid – Me, a bee, would eat from a tree berry, seed this animal nature, stroll a watery song – Soon they come at dawn, give peace. (Another poem courtesy of online magnetic poetry.)

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Slippery

Slippery performed and my eight-year-old heart applauded cheered when he escaped, mourned the capture, prayed for flight’s courage but survival skills eluded – was certain I would starve, die in a cave where animals would gnaw on my bones, and family, unconcerned, would sigh and say: She’s just being Slippery. (Slippery was the name of […]

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Problematic

“You’re an enigma” mother would tsk, ushering me out of the door, brown bag lunch, book bag dragging, to catch a ride across town a special classroom – desks pushed together formed quads, and walls retracted, created one large room, the bustle of activity a constant no readers here, or math sheets, it was free […]

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