possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • Progress

    By Vivi Sojorhn   It seems to me of late Productivity is but bait To trap the soul in endless Chase and results no real progress So I wander, committed to fate 2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more

  • My Mother Chose A Robin

    By Vivi Sojorhn     She was drumming in circles and Was told she must name her spirit hands By spirit or her logical keep A Robin flew luckily to her feet Now she looks every spring for Robin’s stand.   2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more

  • Befrilliant

    By Vivi Sojorhn   There once was an Egret named Phil He wobbled for the weight of his frill He had no idea ‘Til he saw in a “mirra” He held his head higher in chill.   2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more

  • Chronicles of the Lost Umbrella

    By Vivi Sojorhn I was an enormous blue and yellow representing pride. My puffed chest reflected as I opened and clicked into my lock. I did my job with confidence. Protected the girl like a guardian. The tears that fell inside her heart didn’t mix with raindrops. At least where it rained she had privacy;… Read more

  • 80-years and Such

      How did you think to make it through blood and war, both with your body and the world? Attitude, Girl! We must have SWAGGER even when the world does not. Then you were faking it? Some would definitely say so. However, I would say that I simply decided. You decided? Yes, I did. Because,… Read more

  • Change Urges

    Gardens Require Action Haikus 1. I will stand my ground I am a poet and serve words Pen and ink power 2. True gardens growing Involve activations of Our Hearts and Our Souls 3. Freedom means this wild Fury at times, further work  Joys that gather us 4. Together prepared Helping disheartened humans Fleas against… Read more

  • Our Lady is Unlocked

    NOVEMBER PANTOUM   Under scaffold and stone, dreams rise, Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood. Locks click into place, bridges sag with unrequited love, Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn.   Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood, Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art.… Read more

  • Do These Eggs Stink?

    PANTOUM FOR NOVEMBER   The dream hangs heavy, haunting my sleep,A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life.My life goes on, important on its own,The waiting eggs, their purpose bittersweet.   A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life, The years each a feast, though never quite complete. The waiting eggs, their purpose… Read more

  • Passenger on Books

    PANTOUM IN NOVEMBER   Her grandmother drives her to the library each week, Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek. The golden mane of Aslan flows under her hands, She’s a passenger bound for uncharted lands.   Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek, Onto her voyage, while her parents’ drift seems bleak.… Read more

  • Rolling Shadows

    Pantoums of November She rolls the napkins, smooth and neat,His laughter cuts like a paper’s edge.The pretty rings a small retreat,He taunts her with a mocking pledge. His laughter cuts like a paper’s edge,“Napkin rings don’t hide your folding flaw.”He taunts her with a mocking pledge,She swallows angers, raw and raw. “Napkin rings don’t hide… Read more