Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]
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Male mallardonce procuringoffspring, abandons Female, charged with carebecomes a target, oftenkilled by next mate I contemplate the orphansthe cruelty rendered what purpose struggle serves. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.
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Forgive these ellipses… mind sputters… lost in woods… indulge attempts of emergence… seeking ambrosia… within shadowy heights. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Celebrity bores I crave sapid exchange – bird song, sweet and tender I am past prime – gigs dried up but nature provides plenty. (Image mine)
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Earth plies her paintbrush under heavy cloud cover sun perseveres wind carries a secret tune – notes of change on horizon. (Image my own)
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Odd, this gift of solitude. Perched canal side, I affirm my connection to the earth, and offer thanks. Late afternoon sun casts a glow on the foliage across the way, lighting up the mirror-still water. Vibrant reflections. Two winters ago, I fought to breathe as temperatures fell below zero. Impassible walkways trapped me indoors. Depression […]
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A murder of crows observes my passage, anchors my presence In nature, I trust – all else is noise. (Visit me on Twitter for more poetry snippets. @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
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Full sun, river dons an icy blue, white banks blind, light hits water – bedazzled burst – I seek an angle. Banditry of chickadees noisily arrives dance their joyous jig – too slow my lens Movement on a bare bark draws my focus, a brown creeper – I am lucky this time delightful noonday capture. […]
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From Nature, instinct, intuition – confidence of nurture derived. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: nature/nurture. Also linking up with BrewNSpew’s weekly challenge: folklore. The Ugly Duckling is a fairytale from my childhood. Image from personal collection.)
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