Life moves forward, twisted bumps and turns exhaust
the feelings of uncertainty- here we gather in single formation,
buds on the line weathering storms created,
as indecision inspires the muse of words, spinning out of control she bleeds on parchment and weeps for the skies.
In the middle of nowhere the song rises, reaching ears in prisons without walls, flying high to gather safe,
One bird, two bird, ten come forth to mock as life unfolds,
Minutes, seconds, ticking by in their haphazard way-and I watch before drifting into afternoon slumber, the flowers unfurl from rest,
Uninhibited by the goings-on of us mere mortals who cower, afraid for the invisible madness that may or may not strike, perhaps it is we that now gaze in jealousy of a young cardinal on the line who sings a song,
Flying high and away, things we can only dream of in this hour.
I am watching the unfolding of creation and have found a sacred peace as witness to that which I had forgotten.
I spy greatness in the Orchids, and thus, I am alive to the forgotten calling of allowing.
I didn’t start writing until I was 50, Kim, and had the exact same feeling of “finally figuring out what I wanted to do when I grew up.” Lol. And I loved the idea that writing was something I could do well into old age! Here to decades of creativity!
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Hi there, haven’t been getting much poetry in as these days are now spent writing books. Love, love, love writing and it only took 52 years to find what I wanted to do when I grew up😊WP is odd now on my new iPad, so unfollowed many, but am reinstating a few here and there. You’re followed back, too. Did it again, just to make sure😊💜
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Beautiful, Kim, and so relevant to the time and how I feel. So lovely to visit you again, read your poetry, and refollow.
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“the forgotten calling of allowing” is very accurate now and always ❤
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Hi Kim. Good to hear from you. We’re locked up too. I am concerned about the capacity of the health system to attend the crisis…
Stay safe. 😷🙏🏻💕✌️
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Doing well, how goes it south of the border? Hunkered down here and churning out stories…haven’t worked since 3/17…staying sane and eating too much. Hope you and your family are well and that life is still treating you good.🙏🏻💜😷
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I’m doing well and working way too much at home (don’t know when to stop). Nice to hear from you, Kim. 💕
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Well, well, welcome back! So good to hear form you. I was getting a tad worried. I hope you were just too busy.
Now, stay home, stay safe… this virus is a mean fellow.
🙏🏻💕😷
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Thank YOUUU❣❣
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Doing well and isolating…bored, but keeping busy writing and reading, feel like a kid during a blizzard🙀how are you doing, well I pray?
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Gorgeous imagery, Kim. Hope you are keeping well.
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You are welcome, hugs and love, too.
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Splendid poetry. Thanks for a time to fly above all that is fearsome and confusing today.
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Great post 😁
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Poignant Topical and Lovely 💖
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