Thursday, January 27, 2011

Today and Before


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This is today. It has been beautiful. I drove on plowed city streets most of the day and there was a white shining cover everywhere.
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I did something interesting tonight. I looked back at my old posts, starting with 2008. I'm surprised, but it's time I looked back. History is a fair teacher.
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I came across two of my poems I had forgotten about. The first I introduced this way: When I was young, I would listen over and over to Roy Orbison's "Love Hurts" and cry every time. This poem is perhaps is my version of the same.
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Untitled
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Hope's buried
in a sound
absent space
gone underground.
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Wild wanton
reckless time
hanging laundry
on the line
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Dripping intentions
faulty signs
hurricane hearts
chiseled too fine
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Prayer and effort
held too tight
No harm done
not tonight
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No blame no wishes
no right or wrong
no shared secrets
no tagalong
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Love's too hard
Devotion's brief
turn a corner
then a leaf.
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Being Known
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I thought it was that chuckle when you lean back and laugh,
Your willingness to dare even when the forecast’s grim,
The details and years piling up until you are now your age,
And plans that don’t materialize but still sometimes thrill.
To my surprise it’s so much less.
It’s being known.
To lose that
Is reason
Enough
To try
Not
To.
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I love writing poetry. Words are my petals. I started my blog in February 2006. i am going to find and learn about myself, reading backyard like this, understanding how the then-future came to be, seeing in words who I was, who I am, who I've become
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I will be reading my old posts and most of the comments. Which reminds me. I don't say it enough: thank you for being here. Thank you for caring about my words.
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Love
kj

18 comments:

  1. I liked them both and I too owe you a great big THANK YOU! You are much to kind KJ.

    Oddly enough we started our blogs the same year within a few months of each other but I have deleted my archives like four times. I can only take so much looking back. hahahaha

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  2. I love your poems, kj. You are comfortable with words. I can see you sitting and writing these, mulling over just the right one to end a line. Poetry is like painting, or music. There is the cadence, and the form, and the sound of it when read. I haven't written a poem in a long time. Thank you for reminding me. :))

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  3. I love this part..

    Love's too hard
    Devotion's brief
    turn a corner
    then a leaf.

    I like the idea of going back to get reacquainted with yourself. I think you'll be amazed at how far you've come, especially on the days when you feel so mired in yasterday's muck.

    I wrote a hort poem when I thought I was leaving brian. I flew here without him and it was very strange. So on the plane I wrote something like this ...(I can't find it but this is the gist of it.)

    Three thousand miles to find myself. Turn over a new leaf.
    It didn't take me long to discover the leaf I needed was in my own backyard.


    love you~
    Lo♥

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  4. kj,

    both pieces are amazing, but that first poem stopped me in my tracks. so much so i had to go back and read it again.

    the last lines....oh.

    wow.

    dang. you are talented girl.

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  5. Love your poems! Enjoy your journey!

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  6. It's easy to care about your words.
    Your words are great!

    Enjoy reflecting

    x Robyn

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  7. As you know I'm not a great fan of poetry but the second one has meaning for me right now, wise words.

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  8. "Words are my petals." They are, indeed.

    Love this post...

    xoxo

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  9. I love so much about this post. The first poem shows all the ups and downs of love, and life...as long as leaves are turning, we will be all right...

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  10. I'm laughing my ass off at my typos!!!! hahahahahahaa! And I can't tell you how many times I proof read before hitting send.

    No excuses. hahaha!

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  11. mark, thank you back, ditto and likewise. i can only take so much looking back too hahaha ♥

    pam, awwww thanks. i wish we could spend a day writing together. my friend susan and i do that and we talk non stop the whole dy i don't know how we manage to write anything but we do. i would love to read a poem of yours, pam ♥

    lo, i've had a cord cutting. honest to god :) thank you for your imperfect spelling here and always perfect wisdom and friendship :)

    aw amanda, thank you so much. that means alot. xoxox

    caroline, ♥

    robyn, often i wish i would reflect less and oblivate more (i made up that word) :)

    thank you hells. i know it's an act pf friendship when you read my poems and i'm glad this one resonnates :)

    love you marion xoxo

    thank you teri. i appreciate your response very much. ah love....

    lo, you are tooooooo cute ♥

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  12. Beautifully said!! It's great looking back over our blogs. I have to say I usually only look back at old posts if I need a recipe or something. ;-) Your poems are wonderful, KJ! You have such a way with words... Love, Silke

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  13. silke, i never look back! so doing this is pretty interesting for me. wow your journal painting today. wow.

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  14. i am sure i left a comment...hmmm...

    your poems are beautiful kj, it's easy to see how much you like to write them. and we are so lucky to get to read them.

    you've reminded me, have you thought about having your blog made into a book? or by now, books. it would be a great thing to have i think!

    love,
    lori

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  15. I have some diaries in the houses , but somehow I never read in them. They don't interest me anymore.
    But who knows some day I will just pick them up ......
    I love that first poem. Indeed your words are like petals you paint the perfect mandala with them.

    Unbelievable the amount of snow you are having there!!!
    Here we just have frost.
    I notice the days are getting a little longer. I ♥ that!
    Today I will enjoy a quiet day and after my blog visits I will work on a mandala project.
    I love a Sunday like this!

    Hope yours will be perfect too dar

    ♥♥♥
    >M<

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  16. Oh, I especially love that first one.

    I often go back and re-read old posts and the comments - it's comforting to me.

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  17. I envy you northerners your snow ...

    We forget we are a part of our own history, and each day we add a little more to the volume*!*

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