Why Not?

Severeboneloss One more challengealready exhausted systemaccommodating further testing slowclimbdetermination (Written for my weekly challenge: threes. I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis last year, but due to other, more urgent health problems, treatment was put on hold. Reviewing the situation, my doctor referred me to a specialist, who said I have severe bone loss in my hip […]

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Soul Pulls

“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…what still pulls on your soul? “ – Rumi I dwell in silencemeetings adjournedlist groceries Former self fadedsorrowful shadowdefinition slipped I am the wild irispushing forwardin […]

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That’s What I Fear

“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretence and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.” – Maya Angelo I fear living. No, that’s not it. I love living… …but I fear engagement… …drowning in engagement Except, I love engagement… […]

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Glorious Morning

Cardinal sings me awake promises a verdant day viburnum scented breezes and the sun’s warming light. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.  Linking this up with my weekly challenge, which is morning.  Also linking up with Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: song.)

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Lost Directions

Partnered once, with compassion – believed in power of human touch, dedicated self to caring, certain I’d found my body of work Time and circumstance intervened; I drifted, lost in an eddy of confusion, marital fray ending in separation – Life moves in circular cycles, and I revisit that work now, wonder if parts are […]

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Needing a Sign

Restlessness accompanies me on the sojourn today – unfazed by ripe red belly of robin, or shimmering emerald of breeding merganser’s crown. My lens seeks out decay – rotting wood, darkened cavities – as if my soul craves reassurance that life persists even where death hovers – I need a sign. Discontent, I move on […]

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Interaction

Curiosity, it seems, flows both ways – as I adjust focus so too, do you – can’t help but wonder if the takeaway joy also flows both ways. (In response to Paul Vincent Cannon’s poem:  Her Gift Remains. V.J.’s weekly challenge is response.  Image is from personal collection.)  

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Dare I Hope?

Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of this life. Dare I respond, or is this merely the sharp deflection of light on tinfoil meant to keep scavengers away? (Dare I Hope? first appeared three years ago, when the four walls of my bedroom and the mattress I laid upon defined […]

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Revelation

No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion.  Image from personal collection.  I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all […]

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A 60’s Childhood

Formative years were more destruct than construct; contradictions riddled the foundation of our familial structure: one man tyrannized five females while in the news, women marched for equality; called the likes of him a male chauvinist. Aunt drove a forklift truck, looked like a man, chalked one up for women’s liberation, didn’t talk about her […]

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