Empty spaces

I stood before the blank canvas,

dirty walls waiting for words like graffiti to adorn

the scarred semblance of what once was

uniform indifference of childhood art

hard to discern

yet valued beyond measure.

Waiting in the cage trapped

eyes like the pained dog that cries in silence

hardship so easy to remedy

understanding so hard to embrace

as it is as it was

and the slate waits for the hand to take chalk

to draw the dream that still waits

after time wasted

the mind tired.

What is it that we do to inspire a heartbeat,

a pulse in rhythm,

music of the soul

that waits below the surface waiting for release

yearning for the moment to be free to be

and the moment comes

as we sit unsure where to move to next

left to right in this waltz of life

and as it returns to the same beat left behind

finally moving

flowing like the waves that waited for their name to be called,

to step up to the moment and wash away the past,

to ride on boards of thoughts

we surf the universe

we capture the stars in our hands like confetti

that falls as the celebration comes to its end

and we hang on dearly to that last little piece

afraid to let it go

to forget this moment

yet still happy for being in the moment

and at peace for the release.

I pray tonight my internet issues have come to their conclusion. It has been traumatic to me to say the least, just ask the Mr., but I pray I wake tomorrow to find my clean slate, the universal world synchronized and moving at its pace and that no more rising blood pressure will find me. I have missed a lot of catching up, having to clear my inbox of so many of you left to catch up on, and for that I apologize. Technology has never been my strong forte and from here on out I hope to be back to normalcy, God willing and the creek don’t rise I think is how the phrase goes. I’ve missed you, I’m back and tomorrow is a new day waiting….let the rhythm of life resume its pace, and leave me a happy woman once more. Peace and love and to all of my new followers, if I haven’t responded, unfollow and refollow and I can find you once more. ❤ K

Releasing the magic

Somehow in my minds eye I see him there

Holding the door to let the light free

Every piece of magic from within

Living images of pictures and words

Delivered with just a touch of the hand

Overflowing inspiration he weaves a web

Never ceasing to disappoint.

Kindness flows from every crease

Living in shadows and emerging to spread light

Everything cut and pasted into beauty

Effortlessly from somwehere deep inside

Maker of magic he brings to life

Another splendid show

Never letting down the crowd.
A poem created for my friend Sheldon from the bottom of my heart for the joy you bring to mine and so many others lives here at WP.

Peace and love,

Kim

Could I

Say I miss you

Like the ground misses the drying healing effects

Like words that can make no sense

coming from these lips

Yet in between words never said

That thoughts of disjointed good times that wait

Like a child waits for Christmas

Or gift

Or happier days

And then it happens,

Out of nowhere

Here they come and this sudden joy,

Yes,,this bouyant laughter fills the spaces

Where emptiness sat like a teen at an exam,

Uncomfortable,

Knowing there was something more and the words spill

Down and rushing,

Like a broken dam that falls on the witless souls who thought

This was how it was going to be forever

Because nothing changes

And everything changes

And we can’t stop the flood gates

While Rome burns and The southern cities fall below

The drowning waters that could be stopped

With simple words like

You are here again

And if we drown,

We drown together

And I can smile knowing that the loneliness is held

At bay like the tiger under the big top

Simply fed on a hug and a steak

Or the knowing that there is no fear,

Only a soft hand

To stroke the molten fur.
I hold no image to these words, simply let them stand on their own disjointed merit and regaining we balance after being away a bit too long. Into the trap door I fall again….bearings straight and smiling.