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lincoln park haiku

ByKymberlee

breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree

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a haiku of endings

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wind whispers her sweet longing turgid moon shining my heart weeps with fresh sorrow

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as you wish

ByKymberlee

as you wish Three words to show honor care respect and love. as you wish Three words that say I love you. I see you. I hear you. I release you. as you wish Three words that convey that love is about honoring what is most true for another soul and trusting that the answer…

while we were talking
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while we were talking

ByKymberlee

while we were talking

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Spirit of Delight! [for Duke]

ByKymberlee

Song by Kymberlee della Luce That’s me reading this fabulous poem by Shelley. I do not have good sound recording equipment but I wanted to share this anyway. I recorded it for my friend, Duke, who shares my love of poets from antiquity. I love to read poetry aloud for my friends but I don’t…

i make pretty messes
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i make pretty messes

ByKymberlee

All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things.  I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …

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blessings of existence

ByKymberlee

The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….