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Haiku of Surrender (and a song)

ByKymberlee

whilst reading Plato in bed

My wrists and your fingertips.
Words measured with care
Splay me wide open. I’m yours.

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the storm was you

ByKymberlee

you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you

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authentic gratitude [or it's not spiritual to fill your mouth with BS]

ByKymberlee

“A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.” ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld Today is Thanksgiving here in the USA and I’m seeing all kinds of gratitude posts on Ye Old Internet. I went to find a nice quote about gratitude and saw the one above….

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find the key

ByKymberlee

i feel it poetry lives inside you behind those eyes that hold secrets of unknown fertile lands why not find the key and open the door to your golden heart?

money and magic (blind contour)
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money and magic (blind contour)

ByKymberlee

“Your response is making me cry.” He said, “No use in crying over…

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bricolage project day 4 [perceived]

ByKymberlee

What is Perceived Each day during the month of October, I’m creating an ephemeral bricolage art piece.  I choose a random word from a book on my shelf by opening a page in the book and pointing to a word without looking.  I also started creating a rule for each piece because I like constraints….

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they woke up

ByKymberlee

they chased after elusive rainbows thinking the colors– (the shimmering wonder!) were outside of them. one day, they woke up and realized they were light itself and the game changed. they did a spiral dance together luminous brilliance (refracted wonderment!) in an infinite sea of grace