Drop words like scat – an odorous trail, mixed ramblings, deterring detection – from numinous and life-affirming to egregious and vile – follow me if
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.
Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices
Sunshine breezes in golden wings deposit joy – ripples renewal. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wind/ ripple. Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s Bird
My muse speaks in muffled tones, a susurrus of inspiration – too bad I am hard of hearing. (Tuesdays are for Twitter. Find me @Vjknutson.)
Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –