I lay here
thinking
knowing
from this moment
I will be alone
fear does not consume me
neither sadness nor regret
resignation and acceptance
yes
and the knowing
that I enjoyed
perfection
Oct 212011
acceptance
Jul 212011
Photo by Kim Nelson
Look upon the pleated, ne’er depleted, green fan palm.
Consider this:
It never gives a thought
To folds or wrinkles,
Dusts of gray.
It always heeds to breezes
Throws it’s arms back
Starts to sway.
I’m thinking we have a lot to learn.
Next?
Ponder the fern…
Jul 092011
You think your opinion is vital to existence.
As glorious as it is,
It is not.
~
You imagine your ideas will live on, convey your brilliance.
As creative as they are,
They do not
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You assume that your choices are right, will settle grievance.
As well-founded as they are,
They will not.
~
It is all experience.
Moments practiced.
Knowledge gained.
It is all for benefit, yours and mine.
And in time
Every One will understand, release, accept,
In time
Every One
Fulfills divine.
Jun 092011
I wrote this poem after spending time in the garden. There, no creature envies another’s appearance or attributes. There, beauty abounds in every shape, size, color, form. There, we admire the diversity.
We, especially we women, can learn a lot in the garden. Every living thing is endowed with particular and unique beauty… you, me, she… We simply need to widen our vision, expand, accept, appreciate, relish.
~KIM
♥
I’m feeling especially divine.
That being said…
In my next life,
Next world,
I’m giving birth to six daughters:
Lily
Poppy
Rose
Iris
Daisy
Margarite
And they will be beautiful,
Each in her own distinct way.
Like their namesakes,
Those girls will lift their faces to the sun,
And bask in the wonder of the world.
They’ll add glamour and color, interest, allure
Wherever they find themselves.
With utmost confidence,
Each will embrace her particular uniqueness,
Not covetous, not envious, of other’s attributes,
Sure in the fact that she has exactly what she needs
To Be
Perfect
Happy
Free
Apr 212011
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The hummer showers in my garden, lolls in sprinkler’s flow
Little thing, she worries not of crises ’round the globe
She simply does what she was born into this realm to do
Adds song to waves of air the wind brings toward my window, through
She zips and soars at speeds unheard of, flirting with her beau
She builds a nest from dog hair, floss, spider silk, mallow
She fills her role, no grasp, no guile, remorse not in her sphere
Her contributions vital as any being here.
It is no secret. We should be so focused.