Layered life

Beneath the surface,
decadent and rich to see
what we imagine below our view,
the layers of life hidden
beneath the beauty observed
lay within the imagination
in a poets dream.
Thick and swirling,
the endless possibilities arise
in the mind we wonder,
give name to each space
as we cut away the edges
and peer deep within to find
our priceless wonder of joy,
as the truth of what sits before us,
waiting to be partaken of,
to taste the sweetest creation
made in love
and iced by the hand
of a master.
We sit ready to explore
and sip from the cup of reason,
all we had ever wished and dreamed
poured and set,
beauty is like that to the seeker
and creation the tool that sculpts,
the mind that sees between
the layers of a life supreme.

Let them eat cake, ha…..just save me a slice please….thoughts from a hungry girl. 💜🍪☕️

Life is like a bowl of…

We pass the years
blended and turned into new tastes,
experiments with our bounty
we inhale the aromas brought forth,
sweetest concoctions stirred
a loving hand holds a spoon eager,
the bite of life so loved.
The sun living within the colored orbs
we squeeze the essence out of each day given
spices added where needed
and we sup side by each
sipping the cocktail of our love
content in our bowl of this world
together in beauty
we spin our tales with humor and grace,
collecting the nectar with open hands.
Love takes so many forms,
as I juggle limes while walking
trying to ease the bag open
I gaze around at harried faces
and feel so content as I see you before me,
we come together at the intersection
with baskets loaded with the finest things
and we create laughter for the souls before us
realizing that this day always means so much more,
than a rushed pace that usually finds us tired
and the endless thoughts that fall at day’s end,
here in this moment
we take our fill in gratitude and deliver back to the universe
with love in our hearts,
fruit and meats in our baskets,
a feast for a King or Queen
we will partake of our meal over a crowd of pink roses,
thankful for each moment we have
to be here in this time
together.

A Very Happy Anniversary to my beloved and favorite soul in this whole wide world. Farmers market finds in the fridge, Mojitos on tap this eve and some she sells sea scallops for supper (say that five times fast, I dare you) Life is good and each year will only get better ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Peace and love, K

Bagel lore

We arm ourselves for battle
sustenance after a cool short walk
braced with fists of metal
smoothing the edges
like a cake master at play
shiver me timbers
and butter me bagels
fine sir.
The smell of freshness fills the air
warmth of ovens
click on and off calling
for their quarry
enter ye smallish tan round orbs
and I shall bake the flatness out of ye,
make big, strapping yeast wheels
to make a blind man see,
aye I will he says with a sneer
breakfast time draws near.
No worry for high winds
nor restless seas
just a high diddle dee dee….
it’s lovies’ bagel time for we.

Next up…..
lunch.
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argh…perhaps just one more bagel. And while yer at it, a slice of that fine homemade key lime pie with Oreo crumb crust…and don’t ferget the whippy cream on top 🙂 Just a bit of whimsy today as I woke to love making his homemade bagels which were grazed upon after our walk and then to top it off with his pie that I didn’t get any of last night due to the work thingy….Yay, life is good.