Accidental fun

Flipping through virtual lands

unexpected finds lead to tipping minds

and accidental fun meets words on a date

with a page from the journal

of peace and poetry.

I cannot recall

nor had I known of existence

from the bowels of the box they rise,

bits and pieces baked together

like chocolate chips and kitchen sinks,

everything but as I sail the winds of time

skipping backwards in my mind

to places of skies and water

and I find the floating debris salvaged

and displayed on invisible shelves

in a blogger gallery

built by one yet seen by all.

I just found this image, somehow having downloading every picture I took a few years back in Key West, this one had me turning my head this way and that and seems a bit fitting for my whimsical mood today. A working day shortly and a siesta from the book writing as I got a bit of reading in and this, hope you enjoy and don’t hurt yourself turning this way and that. Peace and fun, always, Kim

If not now….

If we wait….

time passes by like a phantom storm

cascading minutes we try to gather like crumbs,

if not now

then when,

do we wait saying it will be there,

when we’re ready

but not right now,

not this very second

the light within asks



Mind splatters its story on pages

one after another and the skies beyond grey

and dusk lights the night with the demise of day

and we look around to find

so much has passed

as we dove in so deep

drowning in the need to release,

to get it out there,

make it right and let it live,

unfolding like presents opened

we stop to breathe

wondering when we had given that much thought,

to take in air

and look around at the eyes that watch,

wondering if we can play,

if we can stop for a moment

and just be.

The fire within can consume in an instant,

the flicker smoldered

before catching on a draft,

running on adrenaline before it slips away,

we stack the pages neatly

written in the cloud

we smile pleased

at another speed bump passed over

slowing down to look for the next in the future,

we play hopscotch with our days,

looking for the end space

to make the win.

Began writing my book, not a poetry one as originally intended and finding I lose hours absorbed in the stories, the minutia, making timelines and creating a flow. A humbling experience that at times seems so overwhelming but I am thoroughly enjoying the new “creativity bug” that has bitten….now to just find more time to read, blog, paint, live, etc…..thanks for being patient with me my friends, working my way around to visit. Peace and blessings, K

Photo taken looking up through the ceiling of the butterfly conservatory in Key West a few years back.

Written within

Lightness of a cloud

hanging on the thread of a ray of yellow

horizon beyond the thoughts below

a universe bound in peace.

It lay there, somewhere above I thought,

like a word that escaped into the sea breeze

only returning on soaring wing

touching the tip of the memory

yesterday compressed to see

the importance in the view.

Sweet like a lullaby,

cradled clouds I never saw till now,

gazing at images and pulling out

the best of the rest

cropped and fitted to the soul,

endless skies gentle

on a quickening pulse needing release,

soothe the rest as it always does,

restless no longer as time ticks away

and the moment comes to move

into the remains of this day.

I found this image in my Key West photo bank, almost deleted it as the people were dark and unknown, dug out the little cropping tool and was happy to find this left behind when all was done. Off to a long day at work and needed to find some peace before the storm.