Cautionary Tale

Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)

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River Tanka

Nightfall, river callstranquility leaves footprintson my soul, this lifeseldom calm, craves redemption –river throws calm and I fetch. (Image my own)

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(Water: Haiku and Free Verse)

Even the river bleedsfiery frigid essenceEarth’s watery voice. ** It is the riverthat calls, watersflowing through my veins and I, the bankssteadfast and holding the razor sharp edgeslike liquid steelerode my earthen postures challenging…blessedly challenging…the hardened places. (Water: Haiku and Free Verse first appeared here in June of 2018. It is has been edited for […]

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Nature of Age

Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.

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Peace Implied

Quiet now, placesharbouring my memories –river dreamcatcher –nostalgia floats on swan’s backpast bridges linking time lapsed. (Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Fear vs Faith

All is movement all is change Why then am I stuck a rock holding its ground? Each moment flows into the next then is gone Calm unsettles me I stand upon the bank and search for rapids Let go of worry trust process Life is a river Take me to that river bathe me in […]

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River’s Draw

Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.

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River Listens

Bring my bundled troubles to the riverside, still and quiet, she listens, no judgment Stay calm, she whispers, change is coming, it always is, this time will pass. Know she is right – she’s never lied to me yet – walk away lighter.

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The River

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
There’s a river runs between us, you and I; our thoughts, like tears, are liquid carried by the current. But you, and I, we stand on the banks, oblivious, ignoring the connection, proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows and all you’ve suffered and all I’ve suffered…

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Mississippi

She flows, unapologetic of her girth, does not flinch at barges scoring her surface, nor paddle boats laden with curiosity. Confident in her fluidity, she bears the secrets of life – the sludge of our humanity in her belly – stirs the minds of merchants, and children, tolerates those who gather at her banks. The […]

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