Hi Everybody,
Here is an new poem and a couple of poems we found from my old blog written in 2005.
Enjoy!
Kirsteen
Friday, November 11, 2011
bird - 2005
Bird
Here I sit
in this healing place
wanting to speak
wanting to hear
my tongue tied in
impatient knots
my breath held.
Silence the little boy in you
the little girl in me
come to regret
our immaturity
the many silent glances
in and out
and in I go to read
your stoic lips.
The bird sings sweetly
on the windowsill
it whispers a secret
into my ear
Can you hear it?
Can you be?
Here I sit
in this healing place
wanting to speak
wanting to hear
my tongue tied in
impatient knots
my breath held.
Silence the little boy in you
the little girl in me
come to regret
our immaturity
the many silent glances
in and out
and in I go to read
your stoic lips.
The bird sings sweetly
on the windowsill
it whispers a secret
into my ear
Can you hear it?
Can you be?
internal music - 2005
Internal Music
Written inside a dark space
sharply accenting the edge of me
pausing, a rest between
I wonder
I wait
I sit
I settle
the scale tips leaving me unsteady
I stumble through the place
blind to my own melody
deaf to my own song
a jumble of notes
a series of discords
I tune to a frequency that resonates in my soul
and harmonically converge
with something I do not understand
the song rewinds and plays with a minor variation
never resolving, endlessly repeating.
Written inside a dark space
sharply accenting the edge of me
pausing, a rest between
I wonder
I wait
I sit
I settle
the scale tips leaving me unsteady
I stumble through the place
blind to my own melody
deaf to my own song
a jumble of notes
a series of discords
I tune to a frequency that resonates in my soul
and harmonically converge
with something I do not understand
the song rewinds and plays with a minor variation
never resolving, endlessly repeating.
beneath there is a room - a new poem
Beneath there is a Room
Beneath there is a room that I live in
It keeps me warm and safe
Are you going to come and visit?
There is enough space for two
I will give you tea and cookies
And listen to your stories
You can leave when you are ready
And I will dance until you return
Beneath there is a room that I live in
It keeps me warm and safe
Are you going to come and visit?
There is enough space for two
I will give you tea and cookies
And listen to your stories
You can leave when you are ready
And I will dance until you return
Sunday, August 7, 2011
starlight over the new forest - a new poem
Starlight over the New Forest
Starlight over the new forest
in a time without end
the trees are turning to stars
and the stars are turning to trees
the time that went is no longer now
the time to come is no longer still
the time I had is a time of sorrow
the time I stayed to the time I left
the time I took was the thing I lost
the thing I took was the time it cost
I no longer know what the time is
when the time itself is the thing I lost
the thing I took was the time it cost
and now I know what to take from loss.
Starlight over the new forest
in a time without end
the trees are turning to stars
and the stars are turning to trees
the time that went is no longer now
the time to come is no longer still
the time I had is a time of sorrow
the time I stayed to the time I left
the time I took was the thing I lost
the thing I took was the time it cost
I no longer know what the time is
when the time itself is the thing I lost
the thing I took was the time it cost
and now I know what to take from loss.
Friday, July 1, 2011
real life - a new poem
Real Life
Feel your real life coming,
You are ready to emerge.
Leave the old behind.
Know that you don't need it.
There is a whole lot of life to be lived.
Feel your real life coming,
You are ready to emerge.
Leave the old behind.
Know that you don't need it.
There is a whole lot of life to be lived.
opinions - 2009
Opinions
Me opinionated?
Let me tell you -
I know a thing or two.
You might dismiss me,
Make assumptions.
You'd be wrong.
I watch and listen,
It's my way.
The things I see and hear,
You'd not believe.
You bet I have opinions.
Wanna know?
Me opinionated?
Let me tell you -
I know a thing or two.
You might dismiss me,
Make assumptions.
You'd be wrong.
I watch and listen,
It's my way.
The things I see and hear,
You'd not believe.
You bet I have opinions.
Wanna know?
ballgames - 2009
Ballgames
Ballgames are boring.
It doesn't matter if
The ball is
Big or small,
Hard or soft,
Round or curved,
Ballgames bore me
Stiff
Ballgames are boring.
It doesn't matter if
The ball is
Big or small,
Hard or soft,
Round or curved,
Ballgames bore me
Stiff
transformation - 1998
Transformation
Trapped in a cocoon,
I am living my life slowly.
I am dreaming of the butterfly
I want to become,
I am hearing the words
I want to say,
I am believing the hopes
I have dared to hope,
I am feeling the experience
Of being isolated and alone.
I want to break out of this darkness.
I am trapped in the cocoon,
Waiting to become the butterfly
I am meant to be.
Trapped in a cocoon,
I am living my life slowly.
I am dreaming of the butterfly
I want to become,
I am hearing the words
I want to say,
I am believing the hopes
I have dared to hope,
I am feeling the experience
Of being isolated and alone.
I want to break out of this darkness.
I am trapped in the cocoon,
Waiting to become the butterfly
I am meant to be.
a life i live -1994
A Life I Live
Pain cuts through me
A knife tears at the heart
The brain resigns to being alone
Losses, life if full of nothing but losses
A single tear falls remembering the happy times
So far and few between
Anger not understood, only felt
Time wasting as words go unheard
A life of silence
A life of pain
A life with few real friends
A life I live.
Pain cuts through me
A knife tears at the heart
The brain resigns to being alone
Losses, life if full of nothing but losses
A single tear falls remembering the happy times
So far and few between
Anger not understood, only felt
Time wasting as words go unheard
A life of silence
A life of pain
A life with few real friends
A life I live.
i am me - 1994
I Am Me
Watching, always watching,
People just pass by.
Oh, they notice alright,
But what they see is not me.
They see a wheelchair,
They see a body that to them is hopeless,
They see a body and then they say, "Oh, poor thing."
They, society, have not seen me.
I am a person who thinks, feels and lives.
I am a writer.
I am a student.
And when given a chance I am a friend.
I am a person like you.
I cry, laugh and get mad.
True, I do need some extra help but I am still a person.
When you look at me, look at the person.
I am not a wheelchair.
I am not handicapped.
And I am not an object for display.
I AM A PERSON.
I AM ME.
Watching, always watching,
People just pass by.
Oh, they notice alright,
But what they see is not me.
They see a wheelchair,
They see a body that to them is hopeless,
They see a body and then they say, "Oh, poor thing."
They, society, have not seen me.
I am a person who thinks, feels and lives.
I am a writer.
I am a student.
And when given a chance I am a friend.
I am a person like you.
I cry, laugh and get mad.
True, I do need some extra help but I am still a person.
When you look at me, look at the person.
I am not a wheelchair.
I am not handicapped.
And I am not an object for display.
I AM A PERSON.
I AM ME.
freedom - 1994
Freedom
Flying high above us
Lost souls among them.
Spirits so free,
A freedom we could only hope for.
Birds, in danger so unknowingly...
Death in an instant.
Birds, a symbol of freedom,
The takers of sorrow.
Birds, earth's gift to show us life as it should be,
A life with no boundaries.
Flying high above us
Lost souls among them.
Spirits so free,
A freedom we could only hope for.
Birds, in danger so unknowingly...
Death in an instant.
Birds, a symbol of freedom,
The takers of sorrow.
Birds, earth's gift to show us life as it should be,
A life with no boundaries.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
coming back - a new poem
Coming Back
Life comes back slowly
I surface through grey mist
From the darkness
Down deep in tunnels
Of twilight gloom
Where fear and pain
Took me by the hand
And led me underwater
To black silence
Where I was safe
Floating up
I see and feel the light
I return to life
Life comes back slowly
I surface through grey mist
From the darkness
Down deep in tunnels
Of twilight gloom
Where fear and pain
Took me by the hand
And led me underwater
To black silence
Where I was safe
Floating up
I see and feel the light
I return to life
Friday, April 8, 2011
kind words - a new poem
Kind Words
Kind Words
Release the weighted feelings
You leave
Like a word leaves my soul
To become a poem
Kind Words
Release the weighted feelings
You leave
Like a word leaves my soul
To become a poem
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
hello folks and welcome to my blog!
I am going to share my poems with you starting with my latest poem which was born yesterday.
It is a comment on my hospital experience last fall and it's about my most unfavourite doctor.
There will be more!
It is a comment on my hospital experience last fall and it's about my most unfavourite doctor.
There will be more!
hospital blues - a new poem
Hospital Blues
Oh mother mine
Please don't argue
With the doc
He doesn't know
What he's talking about
I'd like to give him
A piece of my mind
Wouldn't he be surprised
Knock him off his
High and mighty pedestal.
Oh mother mine
Please don't argue
With the doc
He doesn't know
What he's talking about
I'd like to give him
A piece of my mind
Wouldn't he be surprised
Knock him off his
High and mighty pedestal.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)