Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Is it the stillnessof the rock poolthat draws meagain and again? Authority eludes –is not my own –I dodge hawk-eyedcritics, am weighteddown…strugglingto resurface… Crave tranquilcompany, a chanceto breathe…unseen…Nature always the key (Image my own)
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Wind carries Autumn’s songand I am crawling out of a nightmare Insides churning widdershinsthoughts grasping for a forward pull Have been to the edge,touched the volatile Birdsong breaks solemnityI catch a ray of light. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonLast September, I was in hospital fightingthrough a life threatening condition. I penned this there. Image […]
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Nature has a way of reminding –even the most diehard nonbelievers –that a force, inexplicable and sacred, exists Like an unseasonal storm unleashing hailwaking us from a deep slumber –she is a messenger, knocking The soul answers, child reawakened,joyous recognition that despite alltheories, doctrines, and delusions There exists a life within a life:a great mystery […]
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Nightfall, river callstranquility leaves footprintson my soul, this lifeseldom calm, craves redemption –river throws calm and I fetch. (Image my own)
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How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]
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Golden glow transformsgrassy meadow – Earth giggleswith fantastical delight. (For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: meadows. Photo my own.)
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Even the river bleedsfiery frigid essenceEarth’s watery voice. ** It is the riverthat calls, watersflowing through my veins and I, the bankssteadfast and holding the razor sharp edgeslike liquid steelerode my earthen postures challenging…blessedly challenging…the hardened places. (Water: Haiku and Free Verse first appeared here in June of 2018. It is has been edited for […]
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Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]
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Generosity of natureblessings aboundin communionhumbledgratefulalive (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)
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A band of blue jaysgather around, debaseserenity of this gardenparty: chickadees and cardinalsscatter, sense dangerin raucous intrusion – Bemused, I watch, marvelbirds parodying humans. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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