Love sent

Piecing together elements,

Words and sentences from so long ago

Give illusions life to mind

Another place

Another time,

Spent with ink stained hands

Penning letters to be sent

Across seas and oceans deep

To lands unknown,

Yet only dreamed

In a child’s eyes

Letters sent with love.

Take care and God speed

And all good blessings in between

Where your travels sent you,

Young men to wars

On desolate beaches and sandy shores,

Remember those whose ghost remains

A hundred years gone

Where do those names reside now?

On ledgers faded and yellowing pages

And bow tied stacks

Tucked away

In case he comes back,

Yet fragrance lingers

Of rose petals and crumbling sage

Remembrances of passion

And sun filled garden days

Who were you my friend

Whose life was gone

Long before it ever began,

And is she there to see you through

In the light of stars

Dancing again at the ball,

Where she gave you her hand

And love had been all.


The time of our lives

I cannot look at you as a foe
as you slide away like oil on a painting
meant to be all it can be,
once complete to dry off
over minutes, days, or hours
there you go again,
slipping through the cracks of another morning
rising so high
playing hopscotch with the moon
each day changing
becoming larger then smaller
as the weeks loom on
and time finds us in a repetition
of rising and falling
up down,
up down into all that we are
of all we become
and we would love to make it STOP,
for just that space in time
where special things happen
that we long for it to last forever,
like ponytails and bike rides
and yet we find we too change,
hair moves from brown to grey
nipped by the bitter pill of cancer
and illness and even death can carry us
into a new time and space
a place we can only dream,
a magical area where there is no time,
where there is everything
and nothing matters
and it will be like dancing up with the stars
and we will shine like diamonds
our laughter echoing through the cosmos,
and wondering to ourselves why we ever cared
about that hand on the clock,
we will brush it off like crumbs on the counter,
not thinking about the moments we’ve lost
as we have infinity
and we are all.

A touch of words

Sweetest words caress
Letters falling off the page
Like rain mist soft and gentle
Soaking through
Parched skin.
Oils of life poured
Drop by drop
Scents of ages,
timeless in memory
Filling the soul with ease.
I whisper aloud
The foreign tongue of yesterday
Born of star dust and moonbeams
Brought to life by thought
And set down upon stone
Etched forever
Touching the soul
Simple history
Gentle like the sweetest caress
Of lavender across shoulders
Drawn in intoxicating
Fevered to love
Becoming one.

Harvest moon verse

Enjoying the beauty of the moon last night and first fire of fall. Bliss.

Peace, Love and Patchouli

Silhouettes of trees stand guard
Over dreams of nights lit by
A thousand fireflies rising
Crackling like a first fall fire
And the moon perched,
The scenes of acts played out
Of visions created in sleepless minds
And the body that often feels so tired
Moving through to touch
The earth
Gathering ashes to form
Castles of nothing.
I watch you come to me
Sweet moon on high you cast aside
Your robes of clouds
Naked for my eyes,
My thoughts to fantasize
Of similar nights
And words spoken
And those left unsaid.
I sleep beneath your eternal gaze
And wake to find the lavender pink
Filtered through a haze
Of this morning as she wakes
And I miss you in this moment
Yet know you shall return to find me waiting,
Spinning endless verse
On the beauty and gifts you bestow
To my heart and eternal soul

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Late for the sky

Storm red skies light my horizon

No place to sit and embrace

This gift of beauty before me

That rain will soon erase.

I gaze beyond my window

Violet flowers sit beside the road

In grassy meadows,

horses take comfort leaning on each other

I feel my thoughts drift away.

A remembered song, late for the sky

Brings a smile to this routine

And above me there lies a perfect heart

Clouded gift lightened by the approaching sun.

Yet I can’t stop now to capture it,

One can never hold things in permanence anyway

Yet I so wanted to share the moment

To show you of the wonder of this day

And I watch as it starts to move

And like a memory fading, 

Slowly and tragically slipping away.

On the road ahead there is room

To stop and gather the remnants of

The beauty and simplicity found along my path

Rushing off to greet another day,

A little too late to hold the whole

Yet enough to say “see, look up there”

A gift from the universe shared.
Driving to work this morning the beauty of the skies leaving me with a gentle peace that I just had to share. So from the universe to me and me to you, have an amazing day. With love and heart filled clouds, K 


The faces of Readers combined with covers of Books

This is just too cool not to share. Wow…what book would you be?


New York Public Library collects in your account in Instagram photos that readers face combined with covers of books. Pictures with hashtag #bookfacefriday  pictures they’ve been covering themselves with fun and glory. The average monthly readers send in Instagram of the New York Public Library about 500 shots.

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