Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]
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Perusing the hardware store (shops are limited these days) nothing to tantalize the imagination still, I browse, searching for normalcy. Death loiters in aisle 9 taunts me with visions of life once vibrant, now stolen leers at me and I bolt Grocery store holds more allure ingredients to stir the appetite the phantom stalks here […]
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Fear finds its fortune in ignorance, cashes in on hate – set the dial to love weed through propaganda, decode the depraved, aim to rise above education and openness, mechanisms leading to a lasting treasure. (Image from personal collection.)
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It’s a bird’s perspective I envy – the ability to perch up high, balanced no matter the weather, unaffected by the drama below – I shall never know such calm, being afraid of heights. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)
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Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it – days when strength equates with rigidity, resistant arrogance A right fighter, was I, iron will, in control – never measuring up such foolish nonsense – destructive, no doubt, took illness […]
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(Inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: sumptuous, and Fandango’s: common)
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Suspended animation – apt descriptor for a culture mesmerized by screens, distractions altering perspectives – how few the non-adherents, whose focus remains firmly forward facing. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: featured image.)
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No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Image from personal collection. I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all […]
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Maybe I just needed a new perspective – like the famed Hanged Man of tarot – committed to some deep, internal need, willed a horizontal shift, landed with intent. Maybe it is not my legs that are disabled, but a soul longing to escape the continual discord of perpetual motion, a never-ending to-do list of […]
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(Featured image is watercolour interpretation of the photo above.)
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