Stationery
October 22, 2008
Accordionist For Alpine Wedding Riffleber Switzerland
The
moon did not become the sun.
It
just fell on the desert
in
great sheets, reams
of
silver handmade by you.
The
night is your cottage industry now,
the
day is your brisk emporium.
The
world is full of paper.
Write
to me.
Agha
Shahid Ali
Stranger
February 11, 2008
Darek Banisek
Image19
Our strangers
Dance their masks,
Swaying at the ball as
Drummers beat out
Secrets.
This self’s enigma-
Inhalation, faith,
Clarity, confusion-
Speaks loves mystery.
We wander in what is left…
Quivering in places~
Choices, walking blind
In the living fog,
Hearing the voices sigh:
Be
Action
Grasps
Towards
What is not
What never was
What never will
Be.
See.
kimsmith
Restrictions
Touch
August 19, 2007
Blood of Eden
Original Photography:
Painting:
Touch
is
but
the
thread
we
see.
kimsmith
august 2007
Prayer Tablet
Nikko, Japan
Nine Things
April 6, 2007
Wynd
It’s night
and a numbered beauty
lapses at the wind,
chortles with the
branches of a tree,
giggles,
Angor Wat Monk in Temple at Buddha’s Feet
plays shadow dance
with a dead kite,
cajoles affection
from falling leaves,
and knows four
other things.
One is the color
of your hair.
Richard Brautigan
Image 24
I Want You to Know
March 24, 2007
Sysyphus
Vladamir Kush
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Cyprus
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
Manolis Tsantakis
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Pablo Neruda
Somebody Loves Me
February 26, 2007
When this world began
It was heaven’s plan
There should be a girl for ev’ry single man
To my great regret
Someone has upset
Heaven’s pretty programme for we’ve never met
I’m clutching at straws, just because
I may meet him yet
Hotel Clerk
Somebody loves me, I wonder who
I wonder who he can be
Somebody loves me, I wish I knew,
Who can he be worries me.
For ev’ry boy who passes me I shout, “ Hey, maybe
You were meant to be my loving baby.”
Somebody loves me, I wonder who,
Maybe it’s you.
Lyrics:
Ballard McDonald
B.G “Buddy” De Sylva
Music:
George Gershwin
Sung By:
P.S. I searched long and hard for an audio of Lena Singing. I heard her on Pandora; I have linked her to there. Can I tell ya? I almost banged my head on my mouse! Doris links to a recording. I still own Doris Day albums! (Shhhhsss! Don’t tell anyone!)
Kim
Calypso
February 18, 2007
Lisa Denning
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me
Now today
Come morning light
He sails away
After one last night
I let him go.
Salt of the waves
And of tears
And though he pulled away,
I kept him here for years
I let him go
My name is Calypso
I have let him go
In the dawn he sails away
To be gone forever more
And the waves will take him in again
But he’ll know their ways now
I will stand upon the shore
With a clean heart
And my song in the wind
The sand will sting my feet
And the sky will burn
It’s a lonely time ahead
I do not ask him to return
I let him go
I let him go
SuzanneVega
Symphony in Black and White
My Ecstatic Culinary Discovery
January 21, 2007
Cheesecake Rangoon!
Mine looked different, no whipped cream, no ice cream and were shaped like triangles. I had white and dark chocolate sauce and was ready to die.
Oh my word………..
Kim
Surrender
December 12, 2006
Surrender
in the yes of
knowing
in wonderment,
the moment’s petal dropping,
when i said yes~
talking over the lines
exchanging power’s love
guiding into space~
your hand across
my ass
spoke infinity
in one touch
that can never
be imagined
kimsmith
From: Woman Series
All or Nothing At All (Think: Diane Krall)
December 7, 2006
Tenderness
All or nothing at all
Half a love never appealed to me
If your heart never could yield to me
Then I’d rather have nothing at all
All or nothing at all
If it’s love there ain’t no in-between
Why begin and cry for something that might have been
No I’d rather have nothing at all
Please don’t put your lips so close to my cheek
Don’t smile or I’ll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart may grow dizzy and fall
And if I fell under the spell of your call
I would be caught in the undertow
So you see I’ve got to say no
All or nothing at all
Love is So Wonderful
