Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Baiting her line with incantationsshe casts her spell… imaginesan ocean of possibilitiesready to nibble at her bidding As if words hold swayand patience, power; believes right intent is lure enoughto reel in destiny, determine fate. (Rewrite of piece formerly entitled ‘Fishing’.Image my own. Perhaps a silly goose?)
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Words, like cricketsleap from my mindchirping pests whosetrajectory eludesdulled reflexes,scuttling aboutperiphery of logic Harmless, really,in the singular –cacophony of multitudesthreatening to multiplytake with themsemblance of sanity Intuit a rhythmI counsel selfto define the notes in workable phrasescapture essenceand reason message but the invadersadverse to linearitydisappear beneaththe floorboardsof my conscious mind. (Found this poem, languishing in […]
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Shadows stalk our conversations,hovering between lines spoken. Mother fears death and I,sidestep darkness… It’s delusional to believewe can think ourselves wellor avoid pain by seeking only light I chew on my wordsnot wanting to inflict harm –have done enough of that over the years Pray for peace to guide her passagethe reassurance of forgivenesslove unconditional […]
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Every child a dreamerschool the tribunalwhere imaginationis sentenced to death Adulthood is a canyonwhere ambition sheltersthe broader view, till ageresurrects the child. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own.)
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Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
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Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
Read MoreI feel deeply honoured to be part of September’s issue of Tangled Locks Journal. Thank you to Teresa Berkowitz for accepting my poem, “Feline”. Please visit me there, and take a moment to peruse all the writing: you won’t be disappointed. Tangled Locks Journal is published quarterly. Information for how to get involved is available […]
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Dock sittingpast midnightparental dronehumming in distance Two silhouetteshaloed in moonlightI lean in, heart poundingyour lips brush my forehead Nothing more…Nevermind! I blurtscrambling to leave rejection a soul tattoo (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own. Care to join me and write about your first kiss?Drop me a link so I don’t miss it.)
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Armed with righteous conformitythe zealots rang my bell Came calling on a cleaning day, in that remote country hell Spotted me before I did themmy attention on wringing the mop No choice but to answerand before I could ask them to stop Carefully scripted narrativetumbled from pious lips Bemused, I noted neither blinkas I, stark […]
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Plant me in the countryunder city lights I meltI need open skieswhere nature thrivesI am tourmalineun-minedurban blightdanger beyond repairplant me in the countrymy soul is buried there. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)
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