Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
I am gregariousinitiatorrisk-takereagerly anticipatingthe unknown But the subconsciousalights on old storiesgathers sanctimoniousrumours of unworthinessspits out shameand rage Reveals the truth –I am vulnerable. (Facing Truths first appeared here July ’19. This version is edited from original. Art my own.)
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House creaksferociousdecries starknessof bare wallsabsence of furniturefinality of boxesstacked and sealed Sleep eludes memind recallingpassages –his cancermy feartwist of fatethat left me housebound We could not stay herethis place chosen for healingturned prison “You’ve been good to us”I whisper, “Nowyou’ll favour someone else” She grumbles in responsethis old house, sharingmy trepidationof unknowns, changealways precarious Another […]
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Pain. I push against itchallenge it A warrior intent on provingI am… indestructibleunwillingto flinch Convincedthat denialequals power Except, it gnawsat my edgestears me downbit by bit Just as I prepareto succumb…clarity …this is invitation …surrender is a gift …pain is passage I let goabsolve myselfof the need…. (Pain first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II […]
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Inwardly we glow…so it’s said I shudderignorance gratinglike brancheson my windowpane Hope is a foxmesmerizes,draws me out,then disappears If inwardly we glow…then why am I so cold? (Image my own.)
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Captivated by bridgesconnection previouslyassumed impossible A grandchild’s lovethe loyalty of a dogthe kinship of writers I watch life pass byflash on sorrow, tillbridges restore peace. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Ingrained in methis flighteye on the futurethe periphery closing in. Husband urges meforward, but wherethis road leadsI do not know Connected to selfopen, escaping intothe vast expansebecoming fluidalive, nurtured I have been spit outby life so often,taught to be taut,it’s hard to plunge,let go of the pastand just swim. (Submitting for my weekly challenge: peripheral. […]
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Like living in the shadowof a volcano, each complacencyshaken by treacherous rumbles While some seek equalityothers chew on bitter lackand who profits when tempers succumb tothe hot lava of anarchy? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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We converse in actionswords inaccessible –have not been schooled in dialogues for two. His clutter spreadspronounce’s a kinglypresence, commandsattention, oppresses I clean with insistenceshuffle papers, wipe upcrumbs, assert my rightto co-exist, belittle him. Once we studied dance;he learning to lead, Ito follow signals – the artis lost on us now, our steps more interference, blockingan […]
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Simple phraseswords like scented blossomscapture my imaginationcarry me How is it,dear poet,that you sense my needswrite my revival (Image my own)
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I am orangein a monotone clime radiant againsta melancholic backdrop a poem withina droning monologue. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own.)
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