In essence, you are neither lover nor demon, but the temperate wind stirring my sorrowful past – conduit of unrest. (Tuesday, I borrow from my Twitter poems. Visit me @Vjknutson.)
What harbinger is this and why am I not convinced? Cynicism wants concretes, feeds complaints, exaggerates, retreats Need to confront this wall-building, fight to retain Spirit’s message – deescalate fear’s grip. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge#119. Image from personal collection.)
Set me on a lonely road and I will shine – solitude a strength And yet, I have an inner pull, a need for connection, a longing for depths of love. But what of these dreams – do relationships deter direction, and must I always wait on another? Intimacy is complicated, the route undefined, I […]
I love the pic with the wire fence. It reminds me of peaceful rural areas, which we enjoy seeing during our weekend trips. Your poems are lovely.
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Thank you, Eugenia. This is from one of my favourite drives.
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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the words and the wire fence brought back beautiful memories of my grandparents place…….they had a wire fence just like that around their garden. thank you! 🙂
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The wire fence evokes something in me too, but I can’t place it. Thanks Wendi.
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You are very welcome VJ….thank you for sharing.
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These are lovely! I like that last line “seasonal moodiness!” 😀
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Thank you!
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