Sunset In A Box
November 30, 2006
Jesus y Christine Todos Santos Baja California
therapy~
soul healing
trace heritage
to imagined
agony in the
unlocked closet
miss the pain
that spelled
your name in
love and blood
sell us sunsets
in a box
cereal with toys
for my soul
of course
watch for the
intrepid wisdom
knower selling
happiness on the corner
wrapped in pretty paper
ribbons galore…….
look to the skin
the soul, in heart
the stories told
and untold
and
you will see
yourself in all
its glory
un-glorified
yet
brilliant
nonetheless….
kimsmith
Lighting My Soul
All Of It
November 30, 2006
Photo By:
it’s the love
in the touch
the place
skin knows
in care
in fine
in rough
all
of
it
kimsmith
Untitled
Gone Time
November 30, 2006
Autumn of Becky’s Chair
Security blanket
Disintegrates
Eyes before me
Tears too dry
Strength surpassed
Shit is but manure.
False madonnas
Crease my brow
Pass quickly as
Clutching grasps
Upheld hands
Found in the
reaching
Travel past
Seeking exponential
Reality in passage.
Possession is minus
1/10th.
kimsmith
Texture. Portmahomack
What to Say
November 28, 2006
Sculpture
David Kofton
What to say……
I can only smile…
You tell me why I am smiling.
song at midnight
November 28, 2006
2004 People and Placs 12
song at midnight
…do not
send me out
among strangers
~Sonia
Sanchez
brothers,
this big woman
carries much sweetness
in the folds of her flesh.
her hair
is white with wonderful.
she is
rounder than the moon
and far more faithful.
brothers,
who will hold her,
who will find her beautiful
if you do not?
won’t you celebrate with me
what I have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
Lucille Clifton
Female Figure Eight
From: The Erotic Spirit: An Anthology of Sensuality, Love, and Longing
Editor: Sam Hamill
Your Catfish Friends
November 27, 2006
Figure Study Ten
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."
Richard Brautigan
Couples Four
I Love You
November 25, 2006
2003 Male Figure One
"i love you"
roars the speaking silence
bliss infinite, magnitude uttered
mouth pauses before
the beast's blessing
cascading upon minutiae
suspended in collision
no wall, no chair
no hands caressing hands
anima to anima
volition to volition
heart to heart
cock to cunt
traversing concentric bonds
in unknown cellular heart
insurgence births, love's creation
first born to each
resonance in our lover’s tongues
it is all there is
it is not enough
it is endless still
ravishing delves this place
never stopping, never lingering
contemplative
it is its own entity
it is but love restored in piety
kimberly elizabeth smith
2006
2004 Eroticism Two
Here
November 23, 2006
The Palm Forest of Crete
it was there
touching
sand and moon
where
i saw you
see me
unconditional
elements combined
requiring skin’s
song saying
it is us in
breeze soughs
skin in sand
moon in eye
in the tree cave
pulsing waves
float sound
in veins
hammering life’s
love
kimsmith
2006
From Woman Series
Postcript: The photo by Manolis was the one I wanted to use all along with this particular poem. I just received permission today, thus the change.
Kim
Mutability
November 23, 2006
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver
Streaking the darkness radiantly!-yet soon
Night closes round, and they are not lost for ever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast
To whose frail frame no second motion bring
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.-A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.-One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same!-For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The view from here….
November 23, 2006
Route 66
I do write, for those of you wondering, and I am here and there in this blog. I need to make an announcement to my release needs and the universe. I am teaching a lot. I teach one on one and small groups Intro to Literature. None of them are English majors. I am tutoring an amazing, articulate, and inspiring Japanese woman who attends our Masters in Counseling Program.
I am part of a three adult parenting team to my nephew who is in crisis. He and his mother are both crashing into each other in dangerous ways.
He has been with me two nights now and I see the pattern continuing as we try to help my nephew through his moment. It is adolescence but with a dark bite and a deep fear that leads to immense rage.
I am the funky aunt.
I was writing every night until the opportunity to teach and work with the Japanese student arose. There was a scheduling collision! Lack of balance rules the day in some ways but not in others.
Teaching and working with people one on one with writing: These are my bliss.
And, opportunity knocked for me to grow even more in these parts of me. I want out of my current career field and into the world of language and I want it with a paycheck!
So, I am in withdrawal from not writing, I need headspace to write.
But I still have a compulsive need to express so I share through other’s poetry and art.
That’s the news from kimsville!
Night Chess
