Impatient

It’s the weekend and here’s the deal

I know you’re in town and that all you need is a reason

So, you pretend that I’m not a hypocrite

When you show up on my doorstep with a bottle of wine

A smile and bad intentions

I’ll pretend that you aren’t the most aggravating man on the planet

As I pull you into the house, into my arms and into this thing

That we’ve known is going to happen

Since you tapped that key

~ kei
11 March 2016

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Ashes

Phoenix heart… needing only a breath to stir the ashes back to fiery life…

The Eclectic Poet

Scooped out

Hollow

Breath gone

Tears

Desert dry

Coals

Heart bursts

Shrivels

Dead ashes

Dies

No more

Will

This phoenix

Rise

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Honesty ~ A Repost From The Vault

I wanted to share an older post and found this one from 8 December 2013. I don’t remember writing or publishing it. It wasn’t tagged and it seems not a soul saw it.

I do remember now that it was almost three months to the day that I broke up with the Narcissist. Seems I was just beginning to unravel myself from the cocoon that had been woven around me.

The words stand. From this stronger place and going forward. Honesty is everything.

~~~~~

In retrospect, all I can say in bring honesty to a relationship
Don’t let your fear of what someone will think give you permission to not bring your true self to the table
Disguises don’t allow the bond to happen, your focus is all on appearance
You will come to resent the person you are wearing the mask for
They will never know where your anger comes from or why
When it is not they that expect it but you who won’t allow them fully in
What happens is that all the emotional investment you make in maintaining the illusion
Bleeds out of the relationship that you want so badly
All the hours and days spent in hiding, rearranging, chess-like moves and fighting
Could have been spent on loving, sharing, bonding
Don’t let a perception become your reality
Your past is past, it doesn’t define you necessarily
Someone who loves you won’t care who you slept with before
They will care that you are bringing your full and best self to them now
Don’t let the past unnecessarily shackle your present
Don’t let your fear of the unknown hijack your future
How I wish someone had told you these things long ago…
~ kei
8 December 2013

Respite, Rest, Restoration

A repost from a different November. This little piece of Heaven is on my mind as I’ll be spending a weekend there with my BFF and many other like-minded women. It promises to be three days of new challenges, friendships, learning and nurturing.

I hope your weekend when it comes, will bring you joy.

~ kei
4 November 2015

I stepped barefoot onto my balcony in the chill November dawn
And was struck by the incredible beauty of autumn on the river
The newborn light on the horizon bathed the world in every hue
Of mauves, violets and amethyst; a gift of my favourite colours
Reflecting it in the polished pewter, mirror smooth water’s surface
Shadows of evergreens were a study in charcoal, smudged along the shore
The denuded oak and maple trees looked like black lace on violet silk
They reached their slender branches aloft like fingers seeking warmth
And as the sun cleared the eastern view of the lake, rays of brilliant light
Like ribbons of fire, came streaking across the water towards me
The burgeoning light gave colour to the water and woods, turning the sky blue
A soft breeze followed the rays, ruffling the water at the edge of the beach
Teasing the hem of my nightie. I shivered standing in the light coat of frost
Already beginning to disappear, as the earth began to warm itself
I breathed in the last of the dawn, holding my arms round myself for warmth
Then returned to my bed, dreaming Persephone’s dreams

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Dawn on the St. Lawrence river ©Karin Bole Tupper

Dawn on the St. Lawrence river
©Karin Bole Tupper

My Muse ~ Song of Kateri

A long time ago, I loved someone with every fibre of my being.
I ache to the bottom of my soul, with the desire to feel like this again…

The Eclectic Poet

~ I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine ~

Your words are the embodiment of all; heart, soul, mind.
Encompassing insight, intoxication of the senses, ecstasy and elation.
Embodying drama, darkness of the spirit, poetry and passion.
Your stories are of enchantment, uncharted thoughts, unfathomable demons,
All the deepest meanings of masculine passions, lust, love, pleasure given and received.
Men and women who read your words, fall under the spell of the stories you weave.
They are drawn in to the beauty of your words and bond with the message of your voice.

The Poet to whom I belong, knows my thoughts. He touches my heart.
The Writer who belongs to me, finds his way to the core and shares our dreams with the world.

I live in the circle of his arms and in the fullness of his beautiful mind.
The bounty of his words is for…

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Enter September

Slipping in quietly
On August’s coattails

Clad in last season’s warmth
And bright colour

Flourishing her own touch
A pearlescent wrap

The weft of crisper air
The warp of stored sunshine

Earth twirls like a girl
Showing us her new raiment

A whisper of white embellishment
Introducing our eyes to the latest fashion
In the Collection of Four Seasons

~ kei
1 September 2015

Sunrise Fog over Ottawa

Sunrise Fog over Ottawa