Tangled 

Like fingers reaching in and through 

Grasping at each image we recall

Twisting and turning beneath our stare

Trying to see what is and is not really there.

The spaces between like pages turned

Flipping aimlessly in an autumn breeze

We stand stoically like dying trees

Trying to hang our hopes like ornaments

On bare branches of existence.

We crave the fullness of summer days

Of the midnight winds rustling our thoughts

And sultry nights leave sweat dampened skin

We feel most alive there

Swinging on branches that carry our weight

On solitary swings

Back and forth

Our feet rising higher as we kick and push

Never fearing the heights

Of a divine moment spent

In the company of birds and clouds,

Beneath the leaves before they too turn

And slip away dying,

We rock beneath their confetti-like shapes

Oblivious to all that will come

For future days and passing seasons

Herald the tangled emotion

Of forward movement,

Life and death

And the moments lived in between.

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17 thoughts on “Tangled 

  1. Living down here, I pay more attention to the weather than I have in all of my life. It’s a big slow moving slug of a hurricane, and I will keep you and your family too in my prayers as it makes its way up…peace and love…counting down to Friday for you , we have friends coming Monday for a few days….it will be nice to see familiar faces😊💕

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  2. They’re predicting a hit for us this weekend. I’m prayerful this will not occur. It’s sad, what natural disasters can do.

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  3. Thanks Tre, I was glad I could give you a pleasant place to sit and rest a bit, “pushes swing back and forth”, getting a lot of writing done and feeling a calm peace. Getting daily rain and saying my prayers for a hurricane to settle itself down and not be too harsh…Poor Haiti and Jamaica….sigh….hope it stays well away from the coast. Peace and love, Auntie K💕

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  4. Oh, I could rest here for a while… And, neve leave:

    “We crave the fullness of summer days

    Of the midnight winds rustling our thoughts

    And sultry nights leave sweat dampened skin

    We feel most alive there

    Swinging on branches that carry our weight

    On solitary swings

    Back and forth

    Our feet rising higher as we kick and push

    Never fearing the heights

    Of a divine moment spent

    In the company of birds and clouds,

    Beneath the leaves before they too turn

    And slip away dying,”

    Always a pleasure, Kim. Always… A master of words, you are.

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  5. I’ve often had to wrestle with the fact that I love Autumn—even with leaves dying all around me.
    I love the way you beautifully juxtaposed lively summer with fading autumn.
    So haunting and so lovely 🙂

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  6. Thank you kcg, it kept tugging at me when I saw that image, the barren tree and although fall down here everything is still green, it’s going to come, one way or another, life just works that way. A time for everything. Peace and blessings, Kim

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