tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39780325971887874302024-03-19T19:14:33.202-04:00Crows in FlightPoetry of the Heart and SpiritKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-54499119819922103222019-02-17T21:51:00.001-05:002019-02-17T22:01:14.341-05:00Questions of EmpireLong we have been unmoved<br />
Before us the great charlatan<br />
Beats his drum and froths<br />
Sheep bleating at his heels<br />
Who holds the leash?<br />
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And we mired on Facebook<br />
Just where he wants us<br />
Wringing our uncertain hands<br />
Arguing with enemy trolls<br />
Where are the children?<br />
<br />
No longer does the blood<br />
Compel an averted gaze<br />
Through phones we stare<br />
To capture the sickness<br />
Is honest vision frightening?<br />
<br />
This must surely end<br />
Rome will again fall<br />
Hear the marching hoard<br />
Which side shall prevail?<br />
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Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-8472351071317639802018-05-07T00:40:00.001-04:002019-02-17T21:56:03.647-05:00Heart of my heart,<br />
When do I get to hear your voice?<br />
See you or<br />
Touch you?<br />
Never again.<br />
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Heart of my heart,<br />
Forgive me for the scar upon you<br />
You left a<br />
Long path to follow.<br />
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Love of my life<br />
I could not live up to your detachment<br />
Unwelcome<br />
Be out of sight<br />
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Heart of my heart<br />
I can’t say you abandoned me<br />
Despite love<br />
Our paths were always separate<br />
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<br />Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-24246859323871110112013-08-22T20:08:00.000-04:002016-03-11T10:41:28.203-05:00DistanceThe fire in my blood, do you feel it?<br>
Somehow I must reach you, that you will<br>
Reach to me.<br>
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Each millimetre of space<br>
A vast distance to traverse, how then to<br>
Become the explorer?<br>
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<br>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-33343431628248173992013-07-08T03:14:00.000-04:002013-08-22T20:01:27.577-04:00What Is To Be Exacted<span id="goog_871848335"></span><span id="goog_871848336"></span>What is to be exacted<br />
standing in the place of privilege<br />
Power to even request<br />
Even when it is not a request<br />
What price are you asking<br />
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What is the value to one<br />
Who by the burning soul's <br />
Desire is life itself the will<br />
To become more than the body <br />
Of light and sound when all words fail<br />
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What pound of flesh for your glimpse<br />
Even as you hold the key to freedom<br />
Offering as if there was a choice<br />
Oh the longing to unlock the sweet bird<br />
To let her wings cut the air and song finally be free<br />
<br />
Some who saw said it was romantic <br />
Others were shocked at the outright coercion<br />
Would you have given your flesh to free your heart<br />
Would you have held the key while he held your body to his<br />
knowing all along what is to be exacted<br />
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<br />Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-8161555573878438412012-08-16T21:15:00.002-04:002013-07-08T03:48:09.785-04:00DeathEvery day she visits him<br />
At the cemetery she weeps at his grave<br />
Touches her lips and presses<br />
Her fingers to the tombstone<br />
<br />
When we make love he may<br />
Give us some room in our bed<br />
But so quickly he takes it back <br />
He is her last thought and first<br />
<br />
Death is bigger than me<br />
I cannot hope to be more than who I am<br />
So I choose to live with her and him<br />
Hoping time will diminish his spectre<br />
<br />
The young man who called her mama<br />
Towered so tall he had to duck under doors<br />
I wish I could have known you<br />
Now I only know you as loss and death <br />
<br />Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-14514943037081393832012-03-05T19:05:00.000-05:002012-03-05T19:05:07.052-05:00Time<span style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps it is that it has been one month<br />
A measure of time <br />
Something significant<br />
Taking us beyond the casual<br />
As if we were ever just casual<br />
But today my heart is beating loudly <br />
Fiercely insistent<br />
Today I want to tell you everything<br />
Hold your face in my hands<br />
And tell you everything<br />
Yes, there is time for all that<br />
We have all the time<br />
But today something in me is rushing <br />
To the surface rushing to you<br />
All that I have held back<br />
Sits now in my chest insistent<br />
And that long ago plea for someone<br />
To be understood by and seen<br />
Comes in your deep brown eyes<br />
And all at once I want<br />
To rush in like a wave<br />
And all at once I want <br />
to submerge and hide<br />
Because of how you look at me<br />
Unflinching in your gaze<br />
And all my bigness<br />
And all my smallness<br />
Becomes inseparable<br />
It is now a matter of time<br />
Measured by my beating heart</span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-57635334435676559782012-02-06T20:52:00.018-05:002012-02-11T18:21:56.933-05:00An IdeaSee I have this idea<br />
I want to wait<br />
Take it slow, get to know you<br />
I try to play it cool<br />
Then you walk into the room<br />
And all my ideas<br />
Those well laid plans fall to pieces<br />
If only you knew<br />
That the simple sound of your voice<br />
Or even seeing you from afar<br />
Sets my pulse to quickening<br />
Imagine what happens when you<br />
Go out of your way to see me <br />
Your smile alone<br />
Leaves me shaking<br />
The idea shattered by desire<br />
Leaving only my beating heartKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-55924527627566222172011-10-18T00:13:00.001-04:002011-10-18T00:17:32.102-04:00The KissEarly in the morning<br />
When the sky is still grey<br />
Before the sun has spread its light<br />
Over 4th Avenue to Shine<br />
In you windows and over your bed<br />
That warm space we rest in<br />
I in that grey space still notice<br />
Between sleeping and waking<br />
Comfort in the way your arm<br />
Rests over my waist<br />
Hand curled under my belly<br />
You are shifting in your own<br />
Early restlessness trying to hold sleep <br />
As if holding me might bring you back there<br />
But soon the waking day calls you<br />
A gentle squeeze and single kiss<br />
Planted quickly and playfully<br />
Between my shoulder blades<br />
And you are gone bounding<br />
Out of our shared burrow<br />
If I was not so in between the worlds<br />
Of dreams and awareness I would have<br />
Turned and swept you back<br />
Close to me onto me<br />
Kissed you gently deeply and strong<br />
The way we used to<br />
But you were already gone<br />
Like a rabbit or deer onto the next thing<br />
And I slip back into sleep<br />
Listening to your fingers on the keyboard<br />
<br />
Later when we parted<br />
Saying goodbye at Port Authority<br />
Our lips brushing the others cheek<br />
I wanted to nuzzle into your neck<br />
Lingering in that place<br />
Between you ear and shoulder<br />
Breathe you in whisper<br />
I love you<br />
Maybe the time for the kiss<br />
And those words has passed<br />
Save for the quick pecks and light brushing<br />
But I have not forgotten<br />
Those tender hours<br />
And you are as beautiful now<br />
As when I first saw you<br />
Even when I hear you sigh<br />
At your image in the mirror<br />
Desire is still my companion<br />
When we are close<br />
Love is following you<br />
Even as you bound awayKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-91821417445038363992011-09-22T16:35:00.003-04:002013-07-08T03:16:53.566-04:00UnequalI knew this coming in <br />
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Your need was great</div>
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Monumental in size</div>
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A mountain for me </div>
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To climb to reach you</div>
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And as great as my strength</div>
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And endurance may seem</div>
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It wanes in my own unmet needs</div>
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I am tired of the uphill battle</div>
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Always climbing to reach you</div>
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Would you not even gaze down</div>
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To see that I too am struggling</div>
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Crawling and clinging </div>
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On this slope of your indifference</div>
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Only aware when I reach you</div>
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You there perched</div>
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Me always climbing</div>
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I can not bear being so unequal</div>
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Being a mere afterthought</div>
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When I reach you breathless</div>
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I am ready to let go of this</div>
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Risking the fall to oblivion instead</div>
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That I no longer move upward </div>
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Would you begin your descent </div>
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Climbing down to reach me</div>
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-76497870371866216102011-05-22T23:31:00.001-04:002011-05-23T13:27:29.418-04:00LostAll the words we crafted<br />
Carefully shared waiting<br />
Each holding our breath <br />
In trepidation hoping<br />
For a response as blazing<br />
And alive as our own heart<br />
<br />
A passionate conversation<br />
Unfolding until no<br />
Longer could we wait in<br />
Invisibility abandoned our<br />
Anonymity in the journey to <br />
Closing hours to seconds<br />
<br />
A wildfire we became too<br />
Hot to sustain in this<br />
Form we could no longer<br />
Hold each other in <br />
Place our words lost amongst<br />
The ashes after the flameKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-75893857327891469012011-05-09T15:19:00.001-04:002012-02-06T20:58:11.363-05:00The Dream<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sunlight draws me out of the dream</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Your voice and face still so vivid<br />
We, the bookstore and the shopkeeper's question,<br />
"What do you like the most about the city?"<br />
Even in sleep I know<br />
The company of you above all else<br />
Is the best this city has to offer<br />
<br />
Would you tell me as in the dream<br />
"I told you do not love me." and turn away<br />
I have never dared to say it<br />
But my heart beating <br />
With its full truth</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because it already lives there</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the dream, in this wakefulness <br />
<br />
But here now pondering you<br />
Still defended against me</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">All the hurt of' family, lovers, the world<br />
Heaped between us</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">A place to rest your ambivalence</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or some wall I must climb to reach you<br />
As if that mess will protect you<br />
<br />
Unashamed dreamer offering affirmations<br />
Aware of the hurt others have rained upon you<br />
Like blows in some crazed boxing match</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aware too that you can hurt me<br />
Are you willing to see my hands open </span> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am not defended, my heart is open</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Come risk love and dare to dream</span></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-65388028068145269112011-03-23T16:17:00.002-04:002011-03-23T17:33:04.683-04:00The Night SkyDo not confuse my softness for lack of strength<br />
I am as vast and deep as the night sky <br />
Though at times reticent, willing to go along <br />
You still must be an adventurer to touch me<br />
The journey of unfathomable lifetimes exists here<br />
Between points of light that demands bravery<br />
<br />
Look closer, become an astronomer<br />
I am the stars of the night sky, a celestial goddess<br />
Deceivingly cool and dim at first glance<br />
Often overshadowed by the bright sun<br />
But over the ages many have charted their way<br />
And whispered dreamy wishes under my gaze<br />
<br />
I do not need to be the sun filling the sky<br />
Let me bask instead in your light<br />
Your flaming heart won't burn me<br />
Nor your brilliance overwhelm<br />
I am of the same substance burning at your core<br />
I too can ignite your flesh for what are stars but distant suns<br />
<br />
Let yourself patiently map the constellations of this body<br />
You will a find a heat that rivals your own<br />
Desire white-hot that has burned for aeons<br />
In this heart lives the pure essence of the universe<br />
Find your line of sight, an azimuth of understanding<br />
Soft and quiet carries a deep strength and passionKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-2673788930139256732011-03-19T19:13:00.000-04:002011-03-19T19:13:28.587-04:00A Short TimeAlready the need is too strong<br />
With so short a time<br />
Me trying to play it cool<br />
My heart beating furiously<br />
My breath suspended<br />
Waiting for you to say yes<br />
You not even knowing<br />
I am in your hands<br />
That with one word or better<br />
The gaze of your brown eyes<br />
I'd fall to my knees before you<br />
<br />
Trying to let you know<br />
With simple words<br />
That masks a need stronger<br />
Than my resolve to play it cool<br />
Read between the lines<br />
For the meaning goes far deeper<br />
Beyond these lovely words<br />
Where there is only breath and heart<br />
Desire and strength <br />
Our time may be short<br />
But I will meet that gazeKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-82223447645351094822011-02-16T22:45:00.000-05:002011-02-16T22:45:15.834-05:00The Woman Of Your DreamsThe woman of your dreams<br />
walked into you life today<br />
Someone else<br />
has captured your fancy<br />
And those words once reserved<br />
to describe me are now for<br />
Someone else<br />
<br />
The woman of your dreams<br />
has given me an unexpected gift<br />
This heart<br />
is now free to find new love <br />
once reserved for you<br />
Now mine again to nurture<br />
for myselfKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-45855844160058083502010-11-24T01:37:00.010-05:002010-11-24T01:59:02.306-05:00Waiting<style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Se</style> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As close as you are</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cannot reach you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Messages sent, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Heart laid open</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">You know the truth of it</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The wings of my heart beat</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And I wait</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Trying to not </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hold my breath</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">You sitting with your soul</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And I with mine</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Trying to let silence fall</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yet here are these words</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Trying to ease the waiting</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Giving voice to my soul</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Wishing to go deeper</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Breathe, and I feel the fire</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ignited by you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tell me you felt the spark</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tell me even now</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"><span style="font-size:130%;">You are burning</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tell me in your own language</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And I would savour those words</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">To repeat them back to you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I want to tell you of this heart</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">That like a great bird</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Beats for you</span></p>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-41470699869198506402010-10-31T01:18:00.010-04:002010-10-31T01:32:01.603-04:00Clearing<style>@font-face { font-family: arial; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "arial; }div.Section1 { page:</style><span style="font-size:100%;">She takes the bedroom furniture<br />And the desk<br />I take the china from 1919<br />We used to have at large family gatherings<br />The family gets smaller<br />In your scrapbook are old newspaper clippings<br />You never got around to pasting them<br />Faces of long-dead relatives<br />Misty in my own childhood memories<br />You as a girl child<br />Small and tiny from the dis-ease<br />Like now In the hospital small and tiny<br />Struggling to breathe<br />But this time no iron lung<br />Only the hum of digital machines<br />I feel like a plunderer<br />Having what once resided In your apartment<br />That sister and I sit and tell you what we took<br />Your face betraying nothing<br />Or so you hope<br />Your material life scatters already<br />And still you exist In the flesh<br />Nursing home and the promise of one day<br />Maybe having food, any food, again<br />Still you are here for me to ask<br />Who are those faces in the newspaper clippings?<br />And can I find the time to paste<br />Together so you can see <br />Your life goes on</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-12490365355634246852010-10-13T00:32:00.002-04:002010-10-13T00:33:47.129-04:00Why You<span style="font-size: small;">How do I reach you</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To know if it is worth the risk</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is there room in your already “we”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And what about the dog?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why those telling eyes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your words reached me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“The world has to change </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">It has to”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the air left my lungs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why that voice of conviction</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My hands shook</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first time I called you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was all worth that laugh</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">How you called me friend</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Say again “hermana-amiga”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I will know why</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want to know you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everything about you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Close that distance</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Become a fire in those eyes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why is no longer the question</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Only how</span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-17775141006644969722010-10-12T22:58:00.002-04:002010-10-12T23:03:13.022-04:00This Moment<style>
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</style><span style="font-size: small;">You say there is</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">No forever</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I only want </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">This moment</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">So when you lay</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On my lap </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And let my touch </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ease you to sleep</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Working out that pain</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your breathing softer, easier</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My hand</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trying to find its place</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">In this intimacy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want to stroke your head</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But know </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That is not my place</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I only want</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">This moment to linger</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I place my hand</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On that shoulder</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Letting my touch soften</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And here we stay</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Riding the rhythm of the car</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I watch you sleep</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I only want </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">This moment </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To say I love you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But that bump in the road</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brings you out of sleep</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And all I want </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That moment</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is gone</span></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-52564666657815218002010-09-27T01:31:00.002-04:002010-10-12T23:04:35.912-04:00All I can do<span style="font-size: small;">The news came </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That you were gone</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I read those words</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three, four times over</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I could not believe them</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">All I could do was scream “No!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And cry</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">How many years now</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">When we sat at your table</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Putting together Sinister Wisdom</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Friends ever since</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">You let me into your life</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Always included a note</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That ended “with love”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">In New Mexico </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The praise you so deserved</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">For all the years </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dedicated yourself to us all</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On your way </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">You found and hugged me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">If only I knew</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wonder now if we failed </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Too busy to notice</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">If there was something</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Else we could all do</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">A letter, a call, any way</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To remind you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That you were not alone</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But you and your love</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Had decided together</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was best</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To go quietly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">In your bed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And now all I can do</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is miss you and live</span></span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-79408233175032790022010-09-17T20:34:00.005-04:002010-10-12T23:07:01.819-04:00Bursting<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bursting the pods of my containment? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bursting the pods of my containment…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bursting the pods of my containment! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bursting…pop! Scroooooch….ploooff…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The soft inner fluff lining the pod is set free.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">My gentle side; compassion, love, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Even fear is set free.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It floats upon the breeze, set free!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It dances upon the currents, a fine cloud, set free</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It hovers and moves, lingering for moments</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Then it is dispersed on the wind – set free</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">All the love, compassion and fear set free! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Although it may be no longer seen,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">No longer perceived by the senses,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It/I become part of the world – set free! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">What remains? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">A cracked broken shell, seeming discarded</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">But inside a tiny shining seed… The whole of potential</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Waiting to be planted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The earth is ready</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">I am ready</span></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-66806584822622478152010-09-16T22:52:00.004-04:002010-10-12T23:05:54.143-04:00Hope<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I hold hope in my hand</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">It is tiny and fragile</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Like a small bird newly born</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">So when fear steps in</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I must resist the urge</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">To clench too tightly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">To crush the hope </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I need most then</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Instead let my hands</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">My heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">My being</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Be open</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Hope to be realized</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Must leave me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">And enter the world</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">To grow its wings</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Fly to the hand</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The being</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Of all</span></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-41510853052848832152010-09-14T23:25:00.002-04:002010-10-12T23:02:33.068-04:00The News<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Listening to the news</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Irrelevant framed as important</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why did I need to know</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">A man in New Mexico</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">ate 47 burritos in one sitting</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Never in the news</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The family down my street</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Does not have enough to eat</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nobody knows</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The important has become irrelevant</span></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-76320118762281110652010-06-30T00:12:00.002-04:002010-06-30T00:12:43.208-04:00SolidnessWe tell each other <br />
Almost everything<br />
But then we don’t <br />
Too often we speak <br />
In vagueness<br />
When what we really need<br />
Is concreteness, solidness<br />
Like the way we’d feel <br />
Pressed into each other<br />
<br />
And I am up late every night<br />
Because I can’t sleep<br />
“Lots on my mind” I say<br />
But really it’s you<br />
On my mind<br />
And I can feel <br />
The world spinning <br />
And I am spinning<br />
<br />
Even as I make my way<br />
To the desert<br />
To see my lover of many years<br />
I wish it were you<br />
To climb mesas with<br />
And gaze at the vastness of the sky<br />
<br />
But instead we try to find<br />
All the platitudes of <br />
Friendship<br />
Sisterhood<br />
Always teetering on some edge<br />
But never quite <br />
Making that leap<br />
<br />
I hold my breath still<br />
Trying to keep <br />
The heat of it inside me<br />
Because you once told me<br />
I needed to turn that page<br />
And I did<br />
<br />
But what you don’t know<br />
Is that it is dog-eared <br />
Creased forever<br />
And every time that book, <br />
my heart falls open<br />
It is to that one page<br />
That is you<br />
Which I read and reread<br />
Savouring its words<br />
Its solidness and concreteness<br />
As we keep speaking<br />
In every way possible <br />
To say but not say<br />
I love youKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-86522784036844591062010-06-04T00:48:00.003-04:002010-06-08T01:16:41.717-04:00The Long NightMy Heart, my body aches for you<br />
I can feel this endless night<br />
It stretches on<br />
Quiet and dark<br />
Holding me<br />
<br />
On this long night<br />
When you can’t sleep<br />
Does your heart and body ache for me?<br />
As the stillness and moonlight <br />
Holds you<br />
<br />
I hear my breath, the beating of my heart <br />
Your name holding on my lips<br />
Does your desire come as fiercely?<br />
Stretch your self to me beloved<br />
To your name whispered long into the nightKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978032597188787430.post-69189047675068683732010-05-26T23:25:00.000-04:002010-05-26T23:25:00.091-04:00Learning A LanguageYou are speaking<br />
I feel myself pulled <br />
Want to get closer<br />
Become those sounds<br />
Rolling in your mouth<br />
Over tongue and lips<br />
<br />
Maybe I will never<br />
Be that close <br />
But I feel the pull<br />
To become those sounds<br />
Feel them in my own mouth<br />
Rolling over lips and tongue<br />
<br />
Learning a language<br />
One that makes me yearn<br />
Finding the balance<br />
Of fire and friendship<br />
Resisting the pull<br />
But lingering in those sounds<br />
<br />
Each day I practice<br />
Finding its place in my mouth<br />
Perhaps one day<br />
You will hear the sounds<br />
And I shall be the pull<br />
Drawing you closerKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11236653702945138851noreply@blogger.com0