Kim Nelson Writes - Part 3

Outside

In The Wild, Photos, Poetry 13 Responses »

Jan 112012

Homeless on River, Malaga, Spain, 2011

Photo by Kim Nelson ~ Malaga, Spain

I wondered about the challenges ~ social, emotional, physical ~ of living outside the norm, homeless, when I snapped this photo in late spring, 2011. This poem shares some of that silent pondering.

Wild hearts
beat brutal,
sentimental thoughts
aside

Cozying up
is futile
the aggressor has
his pride

Trusting predator
tolls death-knell
in this milieu
fierce and wide

Neither sullen,
angry, grudging,
just survival
tacks applied

No emotion

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Brutal, Sullen, Trust*

His Demise

Poetry 6 Responses »

Jan 102012

sorrow_by_dechobek

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART

Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.

*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack

Four Stacked Stones

Poetry, Small Stones 2 Responses »

Jan 102012

January 7, 2012

Daunted
I emerged valiant

Challenged
I emerged

January 8, 2012

In the light of a new day
Yesterday’s disappointments
Are mere shadows of themselves
If I shine my light
They disappear

January 9, 2012

The virtual
Grows literal
If nurtured
Just a bit

January 10, 2012

Thrasher’s melody
Sings me from the ecstasy
Of sunrise slumber

Lee & Me, A Fantasy

Poetry 21 Responses »

Jan 082012

My face, so near the glass it steamed
Beamed
As I looked at Lee’s Yul

His tummy, my back, firm together
Seemed
To confirm my role as his fool

Below us the city, gray-gritty
Teemed
With an energy lively, yet cool

While here in the penthouse, the artist
Schemed
To buy me with gemstone or jewel

Knowing my worth was far greater than this
I drank, dressed and left him there
Cruel

Owl Couple

In The Wild, Poetry 30 Responses »

Jan 082012

Great Horned Owl, Outside Tucson

Just beyond my bedroom window
Great-horned owl calls his mate
She answers him most deftly
Single “hoo” a wee bit late

Their cadence’s, smooth and rhythmic
He more strident, firm, than she
What could female be relating,
Calling back from yonder tree?

Are they planning life together?
Did the nesting fabric rend?
Or are they just now courting,
Pondering whether or not to spend~

Their lifetimes together
In the desert?

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