Need A Verb
Movement abandonsI grasp for something…concrete……air to breathe… am fast becoming…sedimentary…an object Need a verb –transitive –to drive me – The wind lifted herThe sun inspired herThe day healed her… (Image my own)
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Mermaid Dreams
Descending into the mythicalentrancedspurred byseverity ofcurrent challenge Call it fantasybut attemptingmovement isdestroying my passage I am pulling, shattering this barricadeof a life; blueprogressing:ocean bound. (Mermaid Dreams was originally written in December of 2016, two years bedridden. Only in the dreamtime was I whole and capable of overcoming. Dreams are one thing I can talk about […]
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Chronic this painfinite the energyfuels each day Ability to wonder,marvel at nature –without limits Thoughts, like leavesbreak away, swirlfloat on the wind – I am at onewith possibilityfree to create (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Read MoreRoutine
Depression monitors my movementseyes me from across the road, waits I struggle to define myself, hereat the margins of life, career lost As teacher, days were outlinedbells, rubrics, and semesters Now I must learn again, findpurpose in nothingness Despair wants to move in, overwhelmBut I’m building my fences, regaining routines – markers motivatingeach day – […]
Read MoreRain
Rain has returnedWinter’s fickle natureoverturning hope I cower beneath bedsheets, bodyon fire – await an impulse greaterthan this pain –creativity the antidote. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.
Read MoreRide Along With Me (2)
Passenger, am Ibackseat travellerinput unsolicited I ride along. Passenger, am Iview limiteddirection speculative I am not driving. Driver is motivatedself-assuredI relax…untiltemptation boards Wait a minute; who invited temptation? Driver is distractedego taking the wheelWho’s paying attention? I am not alone. Lackadaisical dropoutsits with me – moochand weekend boozer How did he get here? Vehicle is […]
Read MoreSpooning
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
Read MoreWatery Stagnation
Knee-deep wading in electric yellow waters of mud-laden stream the coveted prize – a mutated version – Christ’s fish hovers arms reach away – have touched it – recoiled out of fear. Status is stagnation – movement stymied current lacking Only the constant thrum of winged pests belligerence punctures stillness, irritates – its hard shelled […]
Read MoreAche
Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson)
Read MoreWhat Scars Remain?
Should I escape these shackles, manage to re-surface, swim despite this weakened condition against the currents of disability, find myself once again on the solid grounds of civilization; will I be embraced with cheers of victory, or slotted into some backroom, reserved for the fallen, spoken to in hushed tones, forever handled at arms length, […]
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