Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]
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Lust ignores warning signalsfancies itself a savvy consumercommits minor infractions withconfidence, sidestepping anxiety. Loneliness, nearsighted, shopswithout discernment, fails torecognize that all life is transientand patience is the key to harmony. Love – the main attraction – is nota lone chauffeur, nor a self-servingcommander, feeding off helplesslydis-abled hearts bordering insanity nor is it initiated by determinationa […]
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Father’s gripcontrolling crushwarned against disobedience First loveGrade oneholding handswalking home A sister’s hand –frail flesh stretchedover aching bones –clung to mineuntil too hot to touchI had to let gowhile she surrenderedher last breath. A lover’s handlacks stillness –strokes and cajolessensuality evoking desire Held my children’s handswith my heart – never wanting to let goprideful possession […]
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My fairy-tale-heartdreamt of an Adonisbut his countenanceoutshone my dull Found insteada Demogorgon divide my timebetween up and down Like PersephoneI negotiate demonicHades darknessenough for me. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson – this one edited. Image mine.)
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Father, as immoveable as a mountain taught us to orchestrate submontane routes Circumnavigating his rocky moods bestowed upon us a fear of masculinity Resilience instilled the necessity of mining gold from darkness: still digging. (Sketch mine)
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These barriers – iced over sentiments barbed-wire wounds – How do we reconcile when questions resist answers? What remains to be solved? I retreat into misery Should never have allowed heart to even hope – Belle, you torture me so. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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She prepared me for the worst omission of positives purposeful – Saving me from disappointment her justification for inflicted wounds – Years, I’ve railed against her abuse pointless since she’s long been a ghost.
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Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued, gentle as a zephyr, not mythical but yielding, mindful; not worshipful nor boastful, but comforting, warm I am waning light, the mistral wind wafting, no longer a force of nature […]
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We’ll buy a boat, he promised, spend our days adrift on a sea of possibilities. So, she waited, tethered her hopes with ropes of whimsy to a future with sails. But years passed and time revealed that words hold no water, and lies are no vessel for love. Now, she contemplates oceans, photographs sailboats, docked […]
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We grow our world under evening light, all soul charm and dance – he a gentle father, nice guy, quiet… I believed. But when search neared, touchy – see a former ruse, one smile warmed and… sod off! (Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. […]
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