She evokes in me the wanting of poets, stillness and beauty on verge of escape where heart and pen unite and linger on words and visions too close to relate. I drink in her silence, embrace the pain of memories too far gone to negate, left to ponder why she, of all angels, did choose me to haunt, to bless, and to bate. She left me singing this lover’s refrain and dwells each day in my woeful state, evoking in me the wanting of poets, stillness and beauty on verge of escape. (Originally published in my chapbook, One Thing Leads to Another.)
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12/3/2015 08:32:00 am
Oh my, such beautiful and moving verse. Thank you for sharing. I am a poet at heart. It's how I was able to write at first, to give my pain, grief and delight in the world to the page. You have inspired me.
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Geralyn
12/3/2015 04:00:07 pm
Your writing inspires me, too, Kim! Can't wait to see your poetry!
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12/7/2015 03:57:58 pm
Thank you for sharing your beautiful poetry, quite lovely!
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Debbie
12/18/2015 12:32:06 am
Beautiful!!!! You are amazing.
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