Beyond reason lies contentment

Bored
Habit
Settle

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August 20th, 2008. Florida

Dear Diary #10,

Back into habit I slide, settle for what is now and not what might be. Posting on my blog once or maybe twice a week I am not bored; not content exactly despite my justifications. A tiny sliver of life and experiences many such as I have never had does not mean a separate existence. But then again who knows what will happen tomorrow for I do want to be her.

Rose

xo

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So far away dwells my love

Intimate
River
Waiting

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grown quiescent
in waiting
the amber
rays sweep
ever from
left to right
an intimate
knowing of
time’s river
when darkness
precedes light
in opposition
and struggle
memory’s grip
fearsome snare
welcoming thrusts
his intimate
hard power
wet river
spread open
willing waiting
so far away
dwells my love

By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 13th, 2008

Artistic Bent

my four sisters

my four sisters by Rick Mobbs a visual prompt.

Clutching still beating hearts painted them staring at a past they wanted to forget. Together in my mind created a foreground of dark clouds and emotion; an inside out view. If you turn yourself around and sit in the boat bobbing in the pulsing surf, the faces will be blank. The dresses will be open to the waist an offering to the sea in hopes they will return to suckle once more.

Perhaps you know them; call them sirens or banshees, but I call them, my sisters.

By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 7th, 2008

Squalor of the camps

“Do I have to?”

an anywhere place
an any when time
with rocks and spears
or guns and bombs
a soldier’s pay
often includes rape

refugees
displaced persons
fleeing death
rotting corpses
burning homes
looted crops

collected into camps
women, girls and boys
victims of conflict
conflict within
to survive
will do anything

blue helmets and white flag
peacekeepers they are not
predators and thieves
blind eyes from afar
press conferences and studies
while millions die in shame

in the squalor of the camps
food is not free
protection at a steep price
mother tells her young children
go with the man do what he says
do I have to?

By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 1st, 2008

U.N. peacekeepers raping children for decades.