Walkathon

I wake up in sweat of indignation sleep in a perplexed state I don’t know why I’m not accepted though nobody says rejected In this field of thistle, I am the improbable A strange mind in a familiar face they extend gloved hands, but fail to connect acknowledge brilliance, but show no respect I know … Continue reading Walkathon

Not made for each other

“I don’t like the sight of dirty feet from the window. Never seen a glamorous pair of shoes.” “I’ll change the curtains. You keep shopping online.” “Deliveries to this small town are delayed.” “Find webinars or Netflix - anything to keep yourself occupied.” He knew it the relationship will not last long. It was only … Continue reading Not made for each other

Taped

Cassettes have been an integral part of younger years. Other than music and the occasional tangling of tape, the property that stands out in memory is the “auto-replay” mode.  A friend from Tamil Nadu once put on Tamil music, forgot to switch off the player, and went to work. The neighbours in Pune who did … Continue reading Taped

Tabla beats

tiny fingers drumming tables grew up tak-dhina-dhin  goes the bea for eager dancers to move their feet hymn-singers find him to invoke incantation meditators grateful good concentration He rules the podium  with fiery speeches  provoking crowds The drummer has come  a long way indeed… https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/15/quadrille-106/ Note: Tabla is the Indian version of drums, played with … Continue reading Tabla beats

Is it a pause?

I see distrust and fear seeping in  between crevices of carefully built  see-through walls of social distancing Love falls through cracks icy stares pierce maskless  eager smiles forcing a retreat I write 2020 In the sand Is it a pause  Or the end? https://onewomansquest.org/2020/06/15/vjs-weekly-challenge-100-pause/

Quarantined Thoughts

Quarantined Thoughts …. by VJ Knutson

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Oh, the plans I make –
swept up in sudden quietude –
art, writing, books to read –
creativity leaps with excitement

And yet, there is a somber tone
ringing in my head – an anxious
whirring – reframing solitude
as social aberration…

And in this dance of light and dark
how shall I weave the threads
braid together a semblance of order
find a balance I can live with?

(Inspired by the prompting of Reena’s Exploration Challenge: quarantined thoughts.  Image my own.)

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Surprises

I spent a lifetime  waiting for a surprise to spring from somewhere It is blue not the sunny yellow I drew for my dreams to follow I spent a dream waiting for sunrise the night ended there https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/06/15/what-do-you-see-34-15-june-2020/