As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
I wrap myself in a simple garment of cotton
One that holds in its threads the essence of you
Slipping in and out of my self and my soul
Catching stitches of the past and the present
Gently pulling my heart-strings closer together
Weaving what I once was into who I am now
Tiny healing stitches of you and me
What I am and who you see
Carried in each inhalation
Something both electrifying and benediction
Talisman or lodestone, I can’t be sure
Knowing only that mornings of late
I come awake more fully who I am
More completely my own woman
Wrapped in the scent of a man
26 November 2016
For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Such a tangled web we’ve woven
Your benign indifference leaves me frozen
Snap you fingers, demand my fire
This bed feels like a funeral pyre
If you don’t love me, leave me be
You can’t pick & choose the parts of me
17 October 2016
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
24 April 2016
This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines
Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked
1 June 2016
© Karin Bole 2016
So long my friend, farewell
You’ve served me long and well
Though it’s time for us to part
I’ll keep you always in my heart
Adieu mon ami, vous allez manquer
A new life and love are calling me
Should we chance to meet again
Smile and greet me as a friend
17 April 2016
Dear WordPress friends, my mini vacation from maintaining this and my Facebook poetry page has been good. Cutting the ties to Twitter and Google+ has been wonderful!
For some time, I’ve had a sense that I’m ready to move away from writing to other pursuits and certainly this break from the false expectations involved in nurturing a poetry blog has been both enlightening and freeing – such peace of mind gained!
I’ve enjoyed meeting and sharing with so many talented people and will try to pop ’round to your blogs once in a while to click ‘hello’ or post the odd piece on mine.
So, until then be happy, be well and… for heaven’s sake!
Get off the computer, go outside and play! 🙂
I think Introverts have a different definition of lonely.
It’s not that we feel alone without people.
It’s that we feel lost without the people who we understand to have defined us.
3 March 2016