Another Open Mic

VJcreative writing, ME/CFS, poetry, writingfamily, open mic, poetry, reading2 Comments

Here’s yours truly reading Absence and They’re Just Family, After All at an Open Mic (only my third). To see the full poems, please click on the links.

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tmezpoetry says:

October 6, 2017 at 4:48 am

The poems really came alive with the reading! The’ Just family after all’ poem was powerful to me.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 6, 2017 at 3:12 pm
  
  Thanks, Tammy – that seems to be a favourite with many.
  
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Melding

I have venturedinto your atmosphereslipped my skinyour skinand discovereda universethoughtsemotionsbeliefsblendinginto a physical danceof light and shadownuances of colourdelineating life At our corewe are lightleaning into mysterycellular interpretationsof a symphonywe cannot hear Compassion extendedmind alteredwe meld. (Melding first appeared here June, 2020. Image my own)

Priorities

Supper dishes abandoned,we cruise the backroads,destination: river’s edge A muskrat creates ripplesdistorting mirror imagesdisappears into murky unknown A canoe glides by, occupant a silhouettein the golden sun’s descent We linger in the warmthof the fading glow, celebratingsummer’s gracious moments. (Image my own)

Grains

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