Photo by Kim Nelson
Like a hot house specimen
She requires your full attention
If it wanders she will wither, she will writhe
~
Like a hot house specimen
Demands, too numerous to mention
If just one goes unmet, she’ll not survive
~
Like a hot house specimen
Appearance is her function
If unnoticed, those around her she’ll deprive
~
Like a hot house specimen
She’s exotic. She’s quixotic.
One thing’s sure, you’ll never get away alive.
~
You’re in trouble now…
I have the freedom
To do whatever I please,
But I don’t always.
Because
I also have the freedom
To think things through;
And I would never opt
To hurt you,
So I contain myself.
Sometimes.
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
These days
‡
Should you manage
To conjure ‘nough courage
To forbid what’s rightfully mine
†
You’d see
‡
I’ve grown, matured
Overcome and endured
Blessed by love, education and time
†
So don’t make me brandish my weapons
Old foe
You will not survive
Photo by Kim Nelson
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