Growing wild

Cloistered in spaces unseen

gifts in crevices found

the colors of life grow wild in my life.

Rising in strength to become

a hanging cluster of goodness

lingering in shadows

but still hanging on.

I’ve waited for these things,

the beauty of life beneath

an awkward sun burns

to touch pavement beneath tired feet.

Coming days, months, years

awaken in their splendor

to find me waiting with open hands.

Tiny beings like dreams

wait to be plucked from the fertile mind,

and I return to find

the places I’d forgotten

still stand in glory,

the figment of want fulfilled.

This image, if it sticks, is a banana tree in my yard. It has been growing for years, yet never produced. Imagine my surprise to see the wisps of purple flower petals upon the ground…and in the tree, the gift of fruit, finally. I now have four bunches on four different trees. I love bananas, but this bounty is too much. My neighbors will be well fed.


We dig in
as feelings over-ride the sanity,
lost in this lost world
searching for answers
that dig in deep like roots,
out of sight of rational being
we trip on the unexpected thrust
of an emotion.
No words find the tongue
as the heart covers beneath
a blanket of tiredness
and a search that teaches nothing
we are mired in the thick of fear.
The knowing of repetition finds
and stirs the pot of goodbyes
again and again we need the connection,
little things that push back up
a feeling of being a part
and something bigger than this prevails,
bringing back around the lonely soul
that remembers through tears,
not yet ready
just satisfying the message
that breath is being made
in and out
I exhale this darkness
and reach for sustenance
of a long lost being.

Returned from a lovely vacation back home after a two year absence, had a wonderful meetup with a beautiful soul(Tre) while away and a return home to find my sweet cat missing (the cat sitter had not seen her for a week but the food was being eaten so she thought Smokey was just keeping out of sight). Better or worse, found out the food was being eaten by a stray cat. It has been over three weeks now of watching and waiting, running the gammut of grief and giving myself a gift of some time at a shelter, spending an hour petting and loving the cats that need it as much as I. Say a prayer for little Smokey and I apologize for not being around, just coping the best I can, I know you understand. Loss and me do not get on well together. Still feeding the stray and hoping if she is still out there, someone else is doing the same for my little furbaby. Peace and love, K

Resurrecting word

Lavender hues of scattered seeded memory

written words tucked away in satchels

hidden beneath the finer lace and everyday,

so much time passes between what we left there

shelved and covered in dust

waiting on the moss to break down

into nothingness.

Images and longings of the past

trickle down like rain from a faucet in the bathtub

salt scattered to revive the weary

melting into a pool of forgotten letters

tumbled in a heap

like a towel damp and left behind

on bathroom floors.

The steam covers our image

mirage of beauty as the hand wipes away

the dripping of heat that no longer belongs

as the fan swirls above

barely working in groans and whispers

we clear away the mirror

remembering with sad eyes

what is no longer.

Skin stretched to move the road lines

maps of years gone by etched

into thighs and breasts no longer young

we smooth away the hairs that fall awkwardly

into our eyes like beauty pageant queens

aware of our days numbered,

we have handed back the sash and crown.

Lavender petals tied with twine

love notes from the universe brought to life,

resurrected once more

because to die unknown is the tragedy

swept away with hand falls of water,

scented bubbles down the drain

spinning into the whirlpool round and round,

we gather our towel,

brush the wet dog like strands into order

and walk through the water left behind

splashes on a dirty floor,

off with the lights

as the fan spins slowly down,

smiling one last pose

still feeling young and alive

within our blooming of years.

With a few new comments today, I went back and revisited an old blog that had for the most part been decommissioned. I returned it to status today and am enjoying the trip down my other memory lane: She lives again <3, into the light.