Poetry

Un Chance – penned 2014

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Un Chance

‘Ignore them’ she mouths silently…

Those little pains that settle around the heart, like arthritis in joints
Creaking a little when we try to stretch our heart towards something new
Something lighter and different than the past presented us

Ambivalence sets in like a sea fog, clearly we see for a moment
Then possibilities are obscured again by mists of former things
And we find ourselves straining for that clarity again

Voices of our own concoction whisper, oft positive for a fleeting moment
Swallowed up again by self-doubts and remembered pain
Off we skitter like tide-revealed fiddler crabs in retreat to our little holes

A soaring hawk captures our vision, Ah! to ride the currents with such grace and lack of fear
We ponder that freedom in the air beneath our feet
And stretch a bit more than comfortable in a brave moment

Always these choices remain ours, if we but embrace them
Soar or scurry away back to what is safe and sound and empty
Or trust in ourselves and others once again

‘Reach out’ she mouths silently…

~SMK

Inspiration: A road trip back to TN in the winter; the snow, the crisp air, the beauty there, time with friends.  I always heal a little more each time I return to nature – even when I’m not aware that I’m in need of such.

Inhabitation – penned 2014

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Inhabitation

Keep me near you, like a well-worn, revisited book

That favored one you caress the pages of before

Succumbing to slumber, the thoughts that frame your dreams.

 

Sleep, letting the essence of me float through your resting mind

Rummaging gently through your unguarded nooks and crannies

Causing your lips to curve in a soft, sleepy smile

 

Awaken, with thoughts of me scattering

Like startled sheep on a hillock

Giving you pause before throwing your legs over the bedside

 

Feel, as you face the mirror to shave, me

Grazing my fingertips against the stubble and pulse

Halting your breath a bit before you continue the ritual

 

Let me inhabit you, be the whistle on your lips

The niggling song you can’t put out of your mind

That accompanies you throughout the day with a smile

 

I can be with you, while without you

Like the river that ducks underground

Resurfacing miles later, present, but unseen

 

Sustaining, always flowing, moving through you via my inhabitation of your heart.

Water flow

Water flow

~SMK

Inspiration: While working on my recent other post ‘Stone Cold?’, I thought about what want feels like for me. How it feels when someone inhabits my thoughts. How I want to be wanted by another, and so I dressed this other with the way it feels for me to want, how the wanted flows through my life when it is going on. It is gentle, but steadfast. It makes me smile at odd times during the day. But can one have that expectation of another, that they will want in like manner? Inhabitation is by invite, differing from possession.

I also realized that while I’m being pragmatic over there on my other blog, the romantic part of me has to get out somewhere, which is, ahem, apparently here.  We all have more than one side, and dissonance comes when they wrestle for primacy.

Water is something that nurtures and supports life, and my mental imagery is that for what I consider loving – it is both sustaining, and sustainable.  However, excessive consumption of water can make it run dry.  Do you think that is true also, of loving?

(and…apologies for the birdsong that accompanies the reading.  I thought of re-recording, but, I often write against the backdrop of nature, and what bird is not drawn to water?)

Cadence – penned 2010

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Cadence

I watch the night skies, all alone
And will my heart not to turn to stone.

Days come and nights fall
I push, fight hard, against melancholy’s pall.

A flower blooms and butterflies are born
Betwixt past and future I am ever torn.

It is in the day-to-day
I feel sometimes that I lose my way.

Love is not found by constant striving
Rather stumbled upon while otherwise thriving

So my task upon each new waking
Is to live and learn, each joy gently taking.

Perhaps through chance and undiscovered treasure
My heart once again will beat with perfect measure

In one-two cadence…give, receive, give, receive.

~SMK

Inspiration: I worked nights at the time of my husband’s death, so star-gazing was a ‘thing’. This was written during a time of serious depression, although I didn’t know it was that at the time. It is the first poem I wrote after the death. I’ve come a long way since then.

Found Blues – penned and recorded June 2014

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The 'Found' Blues

The ‘Found’ Blues

 

Found Blues
 

I spied the Blues scattered in the alleyway
And picked up the pieces
One by one

Some coated with the grittiness of life’s hardships
Some shiny, beckoning, whispering of avaricious escapes
Sang they to me.

I tossed them from hand to hand, measuring their weight
Feeling their fitted perfection in my palm
As if tailored for me.

Momentarily, I wanted to hold on to the Blues.

Surely I deserved the use of them
Hard earned they were
Each pain personally engraved

It is time to give in…just a little
Have a minute pity party dear, what is it again…
Table for one?

I let them slip from my fingers
and listened not – after all, they were just

Found Blues

~SMK
Inspiration: The displayed odds and ends in the photo above in varying shades of blue, that I found yesterday while on a walk. Seriously. Including the blue lid they are all arranged upon.

Scaffold of Words

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Scaffold of Words

If you cannot feel me through my written words
Then you will never grasp me in person
For my words are the architecture of my inner most parts.
Secret things hung out to dry in front of you.

If I do not resonate with you through my written words
Then you will never hear me when I am there
For standing unguarded and wordless before you
How will you hear the things I long to say to you?

If you cannot see my inner shape through my written words
Then you will see flatness when I lay beside you
For my curves and warmth will have no depth
As you fail to give my frame flesh and heart.

If you say actions speak louder than words
Then you do not realize that words are what form actions
From thoughts, even those unbidden,
All parts of life are upheld by the skeletal scaffolding of words

Written first in our minds.

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This is a new thing for me to try, recording my own poetry. It was suggested  by a friend. I would really appreciate feedback as to if you prefer to hear the poem in your own mind, with your own phrasing, or, if it is better to hear how it feels when written?

Thanks <bites nails>

~SMK

Inspiration: A discussion with a friend.