It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –
the ability to perch up high,
balanced no matter the weather,
unaffected by the drama below –
I shall never know such calm,
being afraid of heights.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)
It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –
the ability to perch up high,
balanced no matter the weather,
unaffected by the drama below –
I shall never know such calm,
being afraid of heights.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)
Looking for a rock at present,
preferably a boulder,
might dig myself a cave
and await resurrection
sacrilegious, I know,
but the tasks are overwhelming
and the words – just too much!
I mean, eleutheromania?
The mere utterance enough
to make me run for cover
and now I am to believe
that pulchritrudinous
equates with utter beauty –
oh my raspy voice
stumbles over the words
as brain loudly protests.
Too much, I say –
will have to save creativity
for another day
Meantime,
I’ll be under
that rock.
(Prompts today elicited irreverence: Â Reena’s Exploration challenge – see for yourself; and Ragtag Community’s unusual word; slightly tamed by Fandango’s “raspy“. )
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.)
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)).
Caught relaxing –
ignorant sleep,
treacherous faith
beneath security
salvation preyed upon,
skin-crawling danger
support ill-gotten
rescuer threatening
outcome beastly
misunderstood
I am off-work,
harassed
refuse light
failed legs
kicking back
enemy projects
feigns warmth
damage protected.
I’ll compromise
exert smiles
exit and breathe.
(Today we attend a memorial service for a friend. Â My former co-workers will be in attendance including one who tried to stir up trouble for me in my absence. Â Grant me strength. Â I’m linking this up to Reena’s Exploration Challenge which is compromise.)
Tyrannical, Â my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Â Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with the other. Â I cowered with the rest, shame a heavy weight.
Oppression dictates
warped sense of love, intimate
nightmare – relearning.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #89. Â Relationships have been the theme of my dreams lately – thus the reversal to childhood.)
That day, crossing the parking lot,
raven swooped past, snake in clasp –
I took it as a sign, hurried my steps.
The ward nurse stopped me,
revealed the end was near,
appointed me bearer of news.
Me, whom you loved to hate –
lashed with brash comments,
unforgiving of my youth.
Unsurprising, your wrath,
and then the threats –
to be cut from your will
Deeply ingrained the need
to hate, to blame – lawyer
didn’t comply, I remained
Represented you in death,
sorry for a life of lies ,
how often you had to pretend
to love men,
to not be lonely,
that alcohol solved all
Miss you even now –
your caustic presence
irreplaceable, left a hole.
Don’t regret finding you,
getting help, staying
bedside as death knocked.
You’d do the same –
intrinsically linked,
the raven and the snake.
(Linked to Reena’s Exploration Challenge where the prompt is to write about sudden, magical events.)
Dark this passage,
blustery the winds
that rattle the glass,
cold seeping through cracks,
light receding.

Life, we are sold,
should be parties
and castles – dreams
without limits –
disingenuous campaign
Truth lies somewhere
in-between –
elusive, yet enticing –
I would exit this isolation
shake the starkness
for but a glimpse.
(Images supplied by Reena’s Exploration challenge. Â Also inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: blustery, and Fandango’s: disingenuous.)
Wrap myself in verdant dreams –
creaseless envelope of hope –
have written my deepest desire,
sealed the vessel shut…
meanwhile, reality oozes red,
like puss from open wounds,
creeps into careful corners,
bleeds through edges…
nothing neat about dreaming –
life demands, cuts, prods,
does not bargain – hope is fine
unless control is the container.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: verdant; Fandango: meanwhile; and Reena’s Exploration Challenge: bleeding edge.)
Image from personal collection.