Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Call myself liberatedbut this modern woman’sshadow arches backwardsfinds its reflection in legacies How can I forgive my own failingswhen their tale takes root inoppression and abuses long passed?Liberated a misnomer. (Image my own.)
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Considering refurbishingchildhood home Unrecognizable nownumerous makeoversand even re-purposing But my heart is investedand well, I can see potentialand, oh…I know it will take work All the walls I’ve torn downand the excess furnitureand how I’ve imagined duplicity Is this folly on my partthis revisionist thinkingsee…I’m sure there is treasure hidden amongst the forgottenburied perhaps in […]
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Nostalgia casts rainbowsover stormy passagesWhy is darkness so alluring? I breathe passion into lossessoul revolting against the lightcommitted to seduction of perhaps Where is the wisdom in this brooding?Naïve rumination seldom begets the goldbest to look away when rainbows appear. (For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: rainbows. Image my own.)
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In essence, you are neither lover nor demon, but the temperate wind stirring my sorrowful past – conduit of unrest. (Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
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Scarred existence seeks a patience born of peace Cannot find the path tainted ruts of blood line a minefield. (Poem originally appeared on Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
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Treading water where barracudas swarm, inject a drop of kindness incite a ravenous threat Quick the decision to bail, shed contamination, resulting terror – shame exposed. Now tread slough longing floored robed in foreboding trembling in shadows. (I have made poor choices in my life, which still haunt my dreams. My therapist says to focus […]
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Sporting crisply pressed regrets and tight-assed judgments, the past happened upon me, caught me mid-mediocracy, eye-balled me with a sneer, and then strolled on by as if I wasn’t even worth a ‘hello’. Wait a minute, I cried out trying to pull myself together, noting too late, my lack of grooming, how unfairly I’d been caught […]
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Age masks the depth and breadth of ability – houses more than anticipated room for expansion, however; current state of disrepair – walls buckling, wiring faulty, and security systems failing – compromises output. Old holds a certain charm, character well-earned, but it would be useful to install a mechanism for locking out the past – […]
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(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: poison & past)
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What lies ahead, when pain has clouded the past and fear is choking the present? Is it possible to glimpse the future without projection, without prejudice, or do we need to clear the heart before we can be guided by hope?
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