Constant movement

Days move through
within me and without
the tether to bind the touch
of creating words
into new views.
I wandered the path
of sand strewn beaches
and withered away beneath
the blazing sun,
in between cause and effect
I found the balance lay
in a life along the shores
of bliss.
Where I have I been?
This state of constant change,
of movement like waves
that lift me to heights
dreamed by a child who knows-
time has become a friend
that I call by name and welcome,
to sit and stay, to ruminate on thoughts
over a glass of Chardonnay.
I miss these moments when they’re gone
and wonder where I shall allow
the current to carry me now,
this hollow vessel that needs to anchor
to wallow beneath a starry sky
and remember why.

Hello my friends, it’s been a while and I’ve been still here in this wonderland
of time and circumstance-but have taken the gift to create. I’ve written a few books and have a few more on tap,
but for the first time ever, have worked on one of poetry. Who would have thought, I know, right? October 12th my baby will be released to the world.
The only good thing that’s come of the Covid is it has given me endless time to work on things near and dear to my heart. The book thing is a passion that I cannot stop and though it pulls me away, it’s been amazing to get back down to it and craft words of poetry. My fear was that without the splendid images, the words would fall flat, but in my heart I know they’ll rise on their own and become truths.
I hope you are all doing well, that your hardships have been minimal during this terrible time, and that your family and loved ones, friends, and fur babies are all thriving. I’ll be back more often, as my husband has requested I stop in and visit more often (he misses the poetry morning email that arrives in his empty iPad mailbox) so that I shall, happily.

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A change of form

We dream in color of things unseen
hear the whisper of the winds come calling,
change it’s gotta come,
get tired of the waiting
wondering which direction to follow,
yet the heart it keeps on beating
as we ignore the signs before our eyes-
It is within us to find
to change the mind,
to dance naked in the moonlight as lightning flashes
the electric air felt deep inside.

The calling of a heartbeat that lasts past the depths of time,
leading us onward to uncharted places and spaces,
diving deep to find the treasure waiting
or the simple joy of something new and fresh-
We will keep moving towards that thing,
that something that never stops calling-
as we sleep through the night,
eat without pause,
wonder without answer
we are driven to take that step
to see where it will lead,
perhaps to fall,
to fail
but maybe perhaps to unearth it all
as it waited patiently for us
to slow down and see
what was always waiting
right before our eyes.

As you can see here I’ve made a few changes to the site, let me know your thoughts, good and bad, what may be missing and what you think. I kind of like it so far, but it’s only been a few minutes, we’ll see.
Peace and blessings,
Kim

Scooping dreams

Different from others

nestled amongst the large and small

from where you came we know not

only that your words give thought

with each time you move into the corners

like smooth motioned gathering

cradled gently in your hold

no sharp edges to be found

in the daydreamers reverie.

Mixed images with a heart of love

you stir the soul bringing from the depths

like the cream of goodness rising to the top,

moving in and around

folding into each memory a pinch of sweetness

to be remembered

like a spoon full of love overflowing

with the shine and sparkle of a new day rich

and we lift you with a smile

tucking you in our hands and hearts

sharing the masterpiece

of a delicate creation

made with joy,

the taste of a treasure

flavored with love.

This began with the act of drying dishes and finding one spoon that we got from somewhere, not matching the rest but large and easy to use for making everything, in this case, dough for my husbands bagels….he does make great bagels and I look forward tomorrow to breakfast….stirred with love ❤ and handcrafted by the master chef of my life ❤