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A Spit In Time
by Kimmy Van Kooten

Friday, August 17, 2007
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Artwork by Kimmy Van Kooten
Copyright 2007
for "A Spit in Time"


Crawling
into the way, way back
of her closet,
created behind the eaves
Far side of the get ups
for this season,
and in back of the garb
for next

Quieted,
in her hiding spot,
that no one knew about
. . . a feat in itself, for herself
Shed fret,
if ever,
having her swear to,
if she were asked to,  keep a secret!

Thither
on the ceiling,
she drew pictures
and penciled in her lifes memories
Remembering . . .
while lying there,
on a heap of old, neglected stuffed animals
She rationalized. . . .

Time,
as it brings her other places,
someone might find this, her prescience,
knows what that shes about . . .
and with whom she did, done, and had her doubts,
and all her sins . . .
"God forbid!", she spit
. . .and erased it!



 

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Kimmy Van Kooten

 
 

 
 
 
 

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Reviewed by John Leko 9/30/2007
...whatever is done is written...and cannot be erased...hidden...but not erased.
well done pen...
John
Reviewed by Art Sun 9/15/2007
better the memories within the mind...at times...


nice work.....




Art Sun...
Reviewed by George Thompson 8/19/2007
Silence is the perfect cape to wear while hiding in a secret place you can call your own. Lest you space be violated, you even draw on the wall with silent marks instead of chalk screaming across the blackboard.

George
Reviewed by Chris Fitzgerald 8/19/2007
I remember that closet...long closet... and the one off the hall bath was even more fun to hide in. While you were scribing on the walls I was in the barn talking my cares away to my horses. Lets go knock on the door and see if it is still there Kimmy. I know you and no way would you spit that away. Thanks for the memory sis,
Love it!!
Chrissy
Reviewed by Jerelyn Craden 8/19/2007
Kimmy ...
This works beautifully as a metaphor as well as a physical place. A place within, most secret, private where we must go to listen, reflect, heal and move on. Loved the imagery and the message.

Jerelyn
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 8/18/2007
An excellent write my friend, you captivated me from the beginning with this write...reminded me of the many times that I hid in my secret place inside the barn where I would write my thoughts, memories, and dreams...in my cherished diary....enjoyed this much!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Reviewed by richard cederberg 8/18/2007
Excellent! You have nailed something here that could easily apply to any child or artist, writer ... anyone who creates or remembers and wants to keep track of it.

Love how you kind of seperated her prescience, or fore-knowledge of things, and made it a muse of sorts looking out for her. I enjoyed this Kimmy friend.

Blessings ...
Richard
Reviewed by Dale Clark 8/18/2007
Life is but "A Spit In Time"
can't erase it so...I say
be happy with who you are.
No one else like you Kimmy!
I can relate though to destroying
my journals, but then thought better
of it. I Am What I Am as Popeye says lol
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader) 8/18/2007
WEll, done there. My thoughts of journals written years ago that I would tear the pages out and rip apart for fear if someone found them and read them, I couldn't bear others to know such stuff. how much and what great stuff I distroyed doing that. I could picture this child in her secret place writing and then spitting it all away. Great write. lady J
Reviewed by Chrissy McVay 8/18/2007
Deep in so many ways...

Chrissy
Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper 8/18/2007
I wish I had thought of a spit when I was a child. Might have saved me a spanking when I wrote or drew pictures on the wall. Great write, Kimmey, and I love your artwork.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 8/18/2007
Fascinating, and I would bet many a writer in their personal journals have done the same.
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan 8/18/2007
Kimmy...this is a treat! I have found a few minutes to steal this first free Saturday morning in forever and I am drawn into that oh so familiar closet of memories. I do know that closet and the seasons and the almost forgotten piles of soft pillowed pals...I even remember so vividly, thanks to your incredible nudge, that house and those years. My closet now is not so inviting and I may have found other substitutes for it...but the concept is there and the words purposefully indellible. Oh my gosh girl...thank you for sharing your 'closet' with me...did it happen sometime years and years ago. It feels like it did. I REALLY like this one Kimmy!
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 8/18/2007
A flame surrounded by darkness, she is hiding for keeping secrets, then...time make the flame flicker to cast a fleeing light over something past, she panic and try to erase the past, but time will not allowe it.
A mystical one this is.
Georg
Reviewed by Ted Bossis 8/18/2007
So honest is all this-One may need to write down portions of life for their own reasons in growth & Later no longer need them - -Much is in this * love *Ted
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/18/2007
The secrets that we all posess even from the ones we hold nearest and dearest are in themselves intimidating to say the least. We say we are honest but...don't we all have secret thoughts, desires, cravings, fears or other things that we dare not tell...

Fee
Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury 8/18/2007
Love the thoughts in this poem. The core of her being could somehow be discovered; something she fears. Yet it is as though she is drawing Egyptian hieroglyphics in her own secret space.
Reviewed by Denise Contreras 8/18/2007
Great work
Hugs Angela
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 8/18/2007
Excellent work, Kimmy...in both poem and your artwork
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader) 8/18/2007
Fertile imagination. Pity she erased it all though. It should have been left there for posterity. Victor
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines 8/17/2007
Hehehe!!! I really love this one Kimmers! Excellent title, too. Deep in the dark we scribble our diary in shadows, but never meant to ever see the light of day. Erase it before someone sees. Quick!

Ted
Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson 8/17/2007
Wow, I really liked the emotion that fell from these words.
well done...

Allen
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