A rustle, a song
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my heart thrills
black cap
and grey back
he branch hops
delightful antics
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my camera snaps.
(Granny Shot It is hosting a Bird Of The Day challenge, so I’ve decided to hop on Fridays.)
Tag: poem
Sky Talk
Painted skies whisper
a nightly farewell – silent
beauty speaks volumes.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge: beauty & quiet)
Facing Truths
I am communicator,
initiator,
anticipate
a friendly invitation
from the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on the familial –
gathers sanctimonious,
moneyless, old, empty
terrors of dysfunction –
spits out shame
and rage.
Like it or not –
I am vulnerable.
Word Scat
Drop words like scat –
an odorous trail,
mixed ramblings,
deterring detection –
from numinous
and life-affirming
to egregious and vile –
follow me if you can.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson.)
Love-In
Dreams big
this budding leader,
astral charts
painted on her walls,
thoughts always adventuring.
Eight summers
we’ve camped together
grown our minds
and spirit –
an inter-generational
love-in.
(It’s summer camp time at Grandma’s again. Â Written for Ragtag Community’s prompt, astral, and Fandango’s, camp.)
Creativity Delves Too Deep
Creativity lands in unfamiliar,
communicates with the unknown –
unformed connections invite themselves in
I am open
Religiosity emerges from the crypt –
impoverished, depraved, and hungry –
overwhelmed, I am embarrassed, enraged –
should not have let my guard down.
No Fool Here
We grow our world
under evening light,
all soul charm and dance –
he a gentle father,
nice guy, quiet…
I believed.
But when search neared,
touchy –Â see a former ruse,
one smile warmed and…
sod off!
(Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. Image from personal collection.)
Unsettled
Unsettled,
worry’s guest –
change binds me,
spineless…
this waiting is venom,
caution enticing,
pursue transformation,
big, small – and diversion
to eliminate the parasites.
Intellect needs a cure,
neediness burdensome –
taking charge messy.
Responsibility my own.
Rainstorm
Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking
clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow
and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.
Persistence
Relentless this turmoil,
fear-driven storm
battering psyche,
beating me down…
Hope trails,
a gossamer thread,
a faint flutter,
refusing to die.
(Tuesday are for Twitter. Â Follow me @Vjknutson.)
One Woman's Quest 