Itinerant autodidact & stoic seeking truth, struggling with what obscures it. Drafting poetry & thoughts from the river of a lived life. insta @ilinkcs
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ALT Poem: the venal predator A venal person does not snivel to extract their value from you, they have better tools than that. A gullible person succumbs to guilt, to assuage the guilt of the lies a gaslighter bestows on them. The impudences, the gall, are myriad, they'll work on you if you let them, when you lose your sense of self. I figure you to remember that ~ when the guilt someone offers you is not of your own construction. … on a tan hatched background; to the right a scene from the movie ‘Gaslight’ where Ingrid Bergman stares up at a flickering gas lamp questioning her sanity. Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT tanka poem: peacock eyes on the bed it lies tasseled scarf with peacock eyes card & wrapping paper a life unlived with you and me beginning of an ending … With an image #174 supplied for completeTheHaiga, compliant to Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0), image attributed to Josiah at https://www.completethehaiga.org/ Please credit art with the above attribution. Post with the hashtags #completethehaiga #174 text ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: eclipse I woke with a start in the midst of a day gone dark something was coming I knew not what felt it deep inside my bones with uplifted head opened my eyes into the sun's searing rays pierced through the sockets the shock without sight of a deep purple light decayed … on a quiet grey background with the picture of the an eclipsed sun above two a landscape flanked by two mountains all in a violet haze … Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
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ALT Poem: the country sky the country sky is wide and high when I lift my eyes it looks down at me there is a relationship we have embracing, yes – indifferent too even when covered with cloud or fog its hidden presence comforts me. here in the city with its urban sprawl the sky cannot breach human withdrawal pavement, buildings, office walls night's retreat from neon's flicker all conspire to keep the sky from me a transient life that's incidental lost I am without its presence … Poem on a quiet grey background above a picture of Rainbows and clouds over the Karoo, Just outside Laingsburg on the road to Touws river … Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: drain the swamp in Senate and in House Like Anthony at a funeral in Rome tea in Boston harbor clean the Augean stables Vote for the common people … tanku poem on a gray background and a pic of scrabble tiles faded red and blue hands spelling the word “Vote” lying on top of face down tiles … Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: River runs deep we float where the river runs deep and the water flows calm glimmering in the evening light we float tongues loosening hazily the wine and beer and atmosphere conversation drifting here and there we float where the river runs deep running swift in the underflow where the riverbed carries the scars we float tongues revealing murmuring unspoken lies the scars behind dampening eyes we float … on a quiet grey background … Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: Remembering Gabby Dust in her face, frost in her hair. She rests unatoned Unrequitedly above a snip of a photograph of Gabby Petito from Wiki Commons She is standing in the Park where she was murdered with an orange top, arms akimbo and smiling at the camera. Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/04)
ALT over an image of spilling ink, this design states: Weekly Prompt: LANDING SECOND MANY CHANCES ANOTHER PRESENCE use the prompt words, or their evocation in an original write please credit art & photos combo prompts welcome post with the hashtag #inkMine
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ALT over an image of spilling ink, this design states: Weekend Prompt: ETHIC use the prompt words, or their evocation in an original write please credit art & photos combo prompts welcome post with the hashtag #inkMine
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ALT Poem: Black Vine once a healthy vine nothing there, nothing growing become a rotten fruit rip it out, root and branch bring falling rain to cleanse again … tanku poem on a gray background and a pic of a vineyard with Stellenbosch mountains behind … Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: Hearing Hear me please without interruption ~ and I did. I remember the stillness of listening intentional listening as heartbeats ticked and time stretched and the confession spilled and tumbled and found a space in me, a quiet pool. Then, in the quiet retelling of the mind unexpectedly, unintentionally an unsought connection was forged and the inklings of a redemption, of atonement, became a possibility. . … on a quiet grey background… Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
ALT Poem: Wants & Needs "Do not forsake me oh my darling" My mother loved that song Grace Kelly & Gary Cooper a love tested by circumstance not by the need for individuation. She did not build a spicy marriage we had a home, a family inside we had the rhythms of repetition with no need for crash bang boom there being so much to do in the living. We had love. I do not know when the skeptism crept in the desire, the need for fizzle and sizzle. I know only that desire became a need and in that need I lost the want presuming that it would always be there. Now I have me. All my needs are met, desired, sizzling, brave and strong. Wanting what my mother had, and realizing for the first time, that it has to be built. That my mother built it, and we grew in it. I do not have what I want. … on a bleak grey background with a snapshot of Gary Cooper & Grace Kelly from High Noon. … Artwork a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)
