Blamed Father for this strife,
how he twisted and spun our life,
seldom paused to give a thought
for the many wars that he fought –
how conflict made us victims all
veterans who from favour did fall.
(Tuesday is Twitter poetry day. Â Visit me @Vjknutson.)
Fear builds wall
deflects possibility;
I pray for purpose
block revelation
afraid truth,
unkind, will
shatter equilibrium
Once faith-filled
meaning flowed
like blissful
divine guidance
but life changes,
challenges –
virus suppressing
vitality
I set my walls
ineffectively,
it seems
need to adjust
these filters.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: meaning and truth, and Ragtag Community’s: flow; and Fandango’s: firewall.)
Bring my bundled troubles
to the riverside, still and quiet,
she listens, no judgment
Stay calm, she whispers,
change is coming, it always is,
this time will pass.
Know she is right –
she’s never lied to me yet –
walk away lighter.
You see blood black
yet, I am alive
dressed in cool blue
like finest water roses
we fiddle noisy,
together a showy pit
pant of heat,
like juices –
what sin!
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â Play along.)
Defining self – pride
fighting for recognition –
so many profiles.
(Written for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: pride & fight, and Reena’s Exploration challenge: featured image (art by Tolga Girgin)).
Transient, this life –
visit the nested,
encounter knots,
snakes threatening,
recognize the poisonous
intrusion, try to deflect,
avoid confrontation,
but even perfection
is vulnerable –
temptation test
sticky business –
that which I seek
to remedy, only
comes to roost on me.
Grateful for the wilder times,
days when daring ruled –
amassed fodder for stories,
harmless antics eliciting
laughter – ever more sweet
as body fails, nothing left
but to reminisce.
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Confronted with the confines
of your hate-centered speech,
I choke on disbelief,
mind sputters, stalls,
conversation moves on
and all I can manage
is an impotent withdrawal.
(Submitted for Ragtag Community’s prompt: sputter, and Fandango’s: manage. Â Inspired by the hate rhetoric passed about on social media, often initiated by those I otherwise respect. How do you respond?)
Look at me –
all authority and control –
productivity overload
until emotion,
undisciplined,
toddles in,
waves her curls
disrupts
feed her sugar –
a bribe to settle her down –
she’s having no part of it
topples organization,
sabotages rationality –
child’s mind taking over.
I was your pink girl universe,
but you, Two Spirit,
asked me to look up,
full faith, feel sky lift
your language world big,
I, little and like morning, gentle,
always open –
one sister soul
making life a play.
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â Play online. Â Image from personal collection – available on Society6 – KnutsonKreations.)
One Woman's Quest 