Perspective Change

Malleable light I shine into depths
of great wounding. Late August intercepts
now opens portals outside time. No rhyme.
I’m humming vibrant bolts buzz cicadas

circle-chime in trees ’round us. Calling new
intuition astounds us, higher view:
what does Love say to the ingrate stranger
gagging in indigestible danger?

Self-knowledge enforces abstemious
care while reflections ensure sentience.
As simple as changing my decor, not
easy, I greet these prodigals who bought

strategic survival stories. Kindness
to the fragments of me consigned to blindness
emerging incoherent, frightened. Dark
reveals protective tales that patriarchs

invoke to quell the spirit. Come, my dear,
standing in my integrity, I’m clear
there is no call to mitigate. Insight
inspects ostracized living parts, accepts.

Inspired by: Ingrate, Decor, Mitigate and Abstemious.

Featured image: Oh, how I will miss this lovely lake and all my feathered spirit messengers who appear as I write surprising lines.

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Victoria Stuart

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

4 thoughts on “Perspective Change”

  1. Victoria, I think you have a picture of something that shouldn’t exist there. Those wings seem far too long. I wonder if this a giant Teratorn a condor said to be extinct and yet still photographed from time to time.

    Your poem of perspectives is magnificent today too.

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