New Year’s Treasure

Emails crashing in bringing
flotsam like high tide, mixed
feelings, everybody’s seized
My 20/20 Vision. The net
cast wide, but the appeals
fill up my Spam, let’s take
a hiatus from the scam.
Ophthalmologist’s jingo
scientific theoretical lingo
no longer serves. What swerves
us into newness on this journey
demands that we find trueness
in our words–pleas on these
surging seas. Being clever
seeking verve isn’t ever
gonna move us. Touch a nerve.
Just beyond the known
in the ever expanding now
the seeds we’ve sown
invisible somehow
open the year. We’ve grown
past the parameters of
reality. To proclaim
I don’t know will free
the inspiration lighting
darkened places in our
newly celebrated loving faces.

Inspired by: A deluge of emails, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt year, theoretical, mixed feelings, journey and hiatus.

Soundcloud recording here.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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