Darkness swirls on edges lit
As a a thousand suns speak years away
We meander on in a search for truth,
For the journey within to uncover stones
The path we found
The road to home.
Within the heart I’ve travelled years
In tunnels damp from giants tears
That slid down past the mountain wall
And darkness shoved down
Deep in the hole.
Yet we emerge to lights of day
And shove aside the thoughts of grey
Still rise above on stars of glass
Looking through to see yesterday’s passed
And hallways marked no entry there
And coming close, we find we’re here
Where magic spins its silken web
And wraps us in a bridge of no fear
We spiral out to come back in
Welcome friend, we meet again.
The dark hours fade into the morn
And with each light we are reborn
To find ourselves in spaces new
Below the silken skies of blue,
The water’s edge will call us in
To wash away the pain of then
Emerging whole
To begin once more.
Random thoughts in passing after a writing seminar this evening. So many trying to make it or to reinvent and be seen, yet slipping between the cracks I find I like to watch and just be who I am, spinning like a star, moving through in light. A tired mind oft times makes no sense…..enjoy my spiral of dusted scatterings. Peace, K
Thank you kindly, so glad you enjoyed it and for the reblog. Peace and love, K
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Fantastic post, thank you very much for sharing it with the rest of us. This is a post that I am going to reblog for you, hopefully it will help draw a little bit more traffic your way.
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Yes, a free spirit indeed my sweet friend. Yet you do a fine job of giving us glimpses of the darker side,,stirring wonder and suspense and fear😊 now, that’s an art. Peace and love, K
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Hi InfiniteZip. So nice. I am a free spirit that meanders through the days of life. Thank you for liking my poem The Queue! Peace and Good wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Ah, you know I’d vote for you anyday. The world needs people like us for president, teaching kindness and humility to the world and spreading joy and peace like raindrops😊 thank you my friend, so glad you enjoyed it😊
Peace and love,
K
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Delightful, Kim. Your description of the writing seminar gave me a sense of the suffering associated with striving or hungering to be known, and also the warmth and solidity that comes from “just being who I am”… It is the heart of joyous experience I think. To be who we are and be comfortable with it. To disconnect from needing the world’s vote…
Peace and Love!
Michael
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Ah, that is good to know….strange things fall out of the brain pool when I get weary😊 good to know it was some what coherent😊 peace and love, K
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Thank you Elizabeth, so glad you enjoyed it, some days I’m never quite sure where I’m going with the words and thought train….then other days I just let it roll and see where it ends up….peace and love, K
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Thank you, always the fun part of the journey 😊 peace, love, and a thousand blessings, K
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Beautiful -and it does make sense to me.
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This piece resonates with me, thank you for sharing. E
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an encouraging exploration 🙂
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Thanks Bee, wasn’t sure I would even post it and then accidentally hit publish. Was supposed to be geared for this morning, ah well, things happen, and thank you, so glad you enjoyed it😊
Peace and love,
K
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Ah thank you my friend, I appreciate it and am so glad you enjoyed it. I meant to post it his am but goofed up and hit direct publish last night….wasn’t sure if it would make any sense to anyone but figured it’s written, why not? Peace and love to you, K
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Thanks T, all sorts of insights although the guest speaker writes novels based on CIA, thriller mysteries he was a font of info. Got me in late according to my normal bedtime so with all the info, no,dinner, my mind was shot by the time I lay down…..but I got to sleep in a bit which was nice. Another hour walk this am and then off to shop.at IKEA, never been there before but I hear a lot more walking involved😊
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Thanks Mary,
I meant to trigger it to go off this morning but my mind was whipped last night, but it’s always nice to wake up to kind responses. I thank you my friend,Peace,
K
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Thanks! Ditto, in fact!
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Wow, very beautiful! ❤
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Thanks again Jonathan😊 it’s like a fun version of groundhogs day😊 you rock😊
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It was very informative. The first hour plus A gentleman who has over seventy or eighty books out talked about writing, compression of time and gave different examples of how life happens in 150 words, real time but people read,350 a minute so giving detail about the room for example, descriptive terms for people. Etc…they also discussed ebooks versus hard cover and we had a local publisher but they only publish mystery thrillers…not my genre. Today there is a book fair with authors who rent a tent and sell and sign their books. The whole affair is called Venice writers festival (Venicewritersfestival.com) and this year is year 5. There are a lot of writers in this town, Stephen King lives a bit away too. Now that would be a treat to meet him too.
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So beautiful, admirable and inspirational;
I love your poems that directly touch my heart.
All the best, ❤
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How was the seminar tonight? Learn anything new? And this is splendid!
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I love your spiral of dusted scatterings!
Peace
Mary
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHERE THE POET IS THE FOCAL POINT!
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Tell us a bit about the writing seminar. It sounds interesting.
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