Outside

 In The Wild, Photos, Poetry  13 Responses »
Jan 112012
 

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

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 01/11/2012  Tagged with: , ,

Breach Response

 Poetry  14 Responses »
Oct 212011
 

tentative
re-connection
fragile
as an ember
coaxed to life
with gentle breath
from dry grass
laid where flames once licked
hot
high
bright
no kindling added
to build
what was
or might yet be
since passion, trust, connection
smothered
sand-kicked by selfish breach

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday~ Ember, Breach, Tentative

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 10/21/2011  Tagged with: , , ,

Relapse

 Photos  7 Responses »
Sep 182011
 

slipping backward
with such ease
to the darkness
to disease
to that pit
from which escape
demanded struggle

slipping backward
weight loss, wheeze
losing sharpness
losing sleep
to that realm
that shook the soul
caused mind to muddle

slipping backward
to the lees
barrel’s bottom
buckled knees
mere omission
step one to stumble

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 09/18/2011  Tagged with: , ,

San Fran Savior

 Poetry  19 Responses »
Aug 312011
 

He drags his duffle down Geary, toward Jones
Avoiding eye contact, the suits with cell phones

As he moves, multi-sensory nimbus emanates
It repels, astounds, evokes, penetrates

His presence is constant. Efffect? Nothing bad.
Reminds us that brilliance is lash-width from mad

He mumbles a litany of data divine
Next morning, lies inside a quick-drawn chalk line

It is done.

*inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Drag, Mumble, Penetrate

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 08/31/2011  Tagged with: , , , ,

Failed Migration

 In The Wild, Poetry  12 Responses »
Aug 192011
 

Raindrops pelt on skylight, white
But I’m deceived
The firmament lets loose of no deluge

Craning, catching better sight
Black specks, aggrieved
Last gasp in nature’s futile subterfuge

Now mute, the wingless creatures lie
No soil or mound
Will hold the future, soared toward, bravely sought

Not viable, death is nigh
Post storm, false ground
Formicidae left safe home for naught

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Gasp, Mute, Viable

 Posted by Kim Nelson on 08/19/2011  Tagged with: ,
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