“Death is woven in with the violets…”
— Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’
summer’s end scrapes me up
Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town
You storm away without a backward glance
only troubled minds seek paradise
an escape to a better world
far from circumstance
you whisper to yourself at night
clearing tear-tracked eyes, a haunted sight
I see you now through the mirror glass
cursing what blocks your well-trodden path
For one gradually passing moment
the swirling mist clears a path
leaving cool crystals grasping
onto each strand of grass
Victor Nizovtsev, Reflections
some prophecies are written in the past tense; it was always going to have happened. i write prophecy in the present tense; if it is going to happen, it is already happening.
'First, it means that you will be happy if you are doing your thing -- not necessarily achieving excellence, simply reaching for it -- in a life that allows you to do so. But, it also means that happiness is something we all deliver to ourselves.'
I am good. I am loved.
“Accept how you feel but don’t let feelings rule you. You are in control. You are not their slave.”
— Unknown
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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