By Kim Nelson, on January 13th, 2010%
It’s fragile,
This fabric wov’n on the loom of life.
So much not said, unshared, undone
Adds stress, does strain, builds strife.
We move along behind the veils
That privately we weave
To shield ourselves from falsehoods, truths,
Those others might believe.
We craft elaborate screens and scenes,
Essential to deceive.
But on and in our skin, it’s wrong
We know, and so we grieve.
Assumptions,
Eccentricities,
Duplicities,
Unshed
Will gnaw like moths, voraciously,
Destroy our silken thread.
And if the veils come wafting down
Aloft on judgment’s winds,
We hope the truth stands tall,
Prevails
And then the real us wins.
By Kim Nelson, on September 3rd, 2009%
Allusion to Persona,
Carefully honed façade,
Oppressive.
‘Elusion’ of the glare
and
Others’ clear sight,
Imperative.
Reputation’s risked.
Hopes and dreams at stake.
The threat: Reality.
Careful observation would illuminate the truth.
The image people love: Illusion.
Disclosure, loss of luster, verity revealed,
Risky.
Can’t have that.
What would the People read on Friday?
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Glare, Luster, Threat
By Kim Nelson, on August 25th, 2009%
Cougar.
Our contemporary.
An observation.
~
She’ll tackle your daughter.
She’s after your son.
She’s come undone.
In an effort to defy the decay
And disguise the rot,
To feel something she never got,
She pokes, lifts, fills and sucks (!)
Until her face and body are no longer hers
(in so many ways)
And she can play make-believe with a boy
She might have birthed.
Graceful?
Gracious, no!
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ...Decay, Graceful, Rot.
By Kim Nelson, on June 4th, 2009%
She had to go.
Her presence, mere existence, was a risk.
We could
Dress her up,
Change her look,
Modify her body,
Dye her hair.
To No Avail.
She was
Traceable,
Trackable,
Hackable.
So now she’s gone.
…
“What appears to be success is not success.” he said.
…
It’s never really that simple.
By Kim Nelson, on August 15th, 2008%
Are you?
What would it take?
Are you willing to risk the inevitable cost?
Could be dear.
Consider this:
Why can’t you just be?
Happy?
