Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
This year the plague cameand I blamed the windfor carrying destructionand I blamed the sunfor its ineptitudeand the rain,no friend of mine,only served to drownmy expectations. Lockdownand social distancemasks and antisepticshow was a soul to survive? Pushing 2020out the doorcertain reliefwould followbut change is nota date on the calendara release of circumstance I turned inwardfaced […]
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To chronicle a lifeto extract truthseparate skin from soulin search of essence I try to listento the rhythmsdiagram a blueprint am discombobulated. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]
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Emotions a messno security in wordspage invites finessethoughts tumble, filters falterlongueur of sentences bore. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
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I farm reflection plant seeds of wrath, soil black – insatiable words nurtured by mind-storms and rays of passing enlightenment. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)
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Forgive these ellipses… mind sputters… lost in woods… indulge attempts of emergence… seeking ambrosia… within shadowy heights. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Poet’s mind fragile images ripe, words lacking waste of genius shadows whisper of bathos – a rewrite is imminent. (Image mine)
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I weave words with alacrity – on a mission Foreign forces infiltrate brain cells scrambling Must write till ability wanes thoughts hang Disconnected brushed away like cobwebs (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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In every moment my life is a palindrome – same backwards as forwards, from cellar to attic and back – searching for a centre point so I can reset the track. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Heart, craving expression seeks the aid of paper – A message with pizzaz a testament to love But my pen chokes on the word itself refuses the pronouncement soul balking at the possibility I toss the note… …maybe next time. (Tuesdays, I borrow from my Twitter account @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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