Similar Posts

| | | | | | | | |

a drink from Love's hand

ByKymberlee

“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…

bricolage project day 17 [joy!]
| | | | | | |

bricolage project day 17 [joy!]

ByKymberlee

The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today.  I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern.  She and I sat and…

| | | |

penetrate me with your turgid madness

ByKymberlee

Robins wrench worms from the softening earth, trilling songbirds pour their song into the wide sky, Narcissus flirt with vibrant skirts and a thousand shades of green dance in ardent winds. Oh Spring! Penetrate me with your turgid madness! I surrender.

free range (love)
| | | | | | |

free range (love)

ByKymberlee

I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk.  There are pages and pages of observations.  I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing.  I also don’t want to…