Kim Nelson Writes

I dreamed of you

So vividly

Before you breathed life here.

You came to me with firm belief

That you were mine, so dear.

When morning came, I lucidly

Considered your request,

And changed up my life’s plan

Right there,

Upon your righteousness.

Once committed, I prepared

To have you in my life,

Proceeding forth to welcome you

No fear, no doubt, no strife.

When you arrived,

Beloved!

I knew that we’d been right.

We salvaged joy, began new worlds,

Thanks to that fateful night.

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Lucid, Righteous, Salvage

As he teetered on the brink

Of this existence

Did he quantify success

Based on

Fast cars and hot women?

~

Any regrets?

~

Did the futile search

For his ideal

Cause concern?

~

Did he measure his own value

In the manner of the world:

Dollars

Cents

Titles

Rents,

And feel remorse?

~

Or did he say,

“Hot Damn!

This was one wild ride!

I’m so flippin’ glad

I lived large ’til I died!”

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter

“Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.”

~ Yehuda Amichai

In the midst of the trial,

The tunnel’s length and breadth

Swallowed up its ending light.

Or did our anger and our grief

Destroy that, too?

 In the dark, we clung

We to He

You to Me

Me to You

Fear of death

~ Worse yet ~

Fear of life like this

Stopped us in our tracks

And then

Pushed!

 Pushed us

To push back, push on, push through.

Stubborn will, paternal fight, future’s-sight

Love

Were all we knew.

And they grew

Until

Thanks to the process? … luck? … good will?

We found the happiness.

Always there. Never gone.

Hiding just behind,

All along.

It did not occur to me

That you might take your leave.

~

You

Not being here

Was never

A part

Of my tidy, well-made plan.

~

But time

Does weather

~Age~

All things

~

And that once tidy plan

Now lays ragged and worn.

~

The frail threads

Making up

The fabric of our love

Can no longer hold it together.

~

Nor can I.

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Occur, Ragged, Tidy

~ The Sun Never Says~

I’ve encountered this poem (found on page 34 of The Gift: Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master, Penguin Compass, 1999) three times in the past week. It must be asking me to listen and then share.

“Even

After

All this time

The sun never says to the earth,

‘You owe

Me.’

Look

What happens

With a love like that,

It lights the

Whole

Sky.”

If we each practiced loving this way, imagine the light we’d create. 

Brings so much to mind… creation, “I am the light…”

Brilliance!