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
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