Original Photography and Digital optimization by Kimmy Van Kooten
"The Hatching"
Copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved
Afternoon, just over my head, and clearly, the sun drinks my dark hair Acumen is my desires, and me? . . . I’m imagining again! Open-eyed against a coldness, jarred drifting through dappled dust the sun debarred . . . through broadened shadows, through branching trees on a bottomlessness path, surpassed past see! Planting life and noticing, how some still wait to be planted . . . Insightfulness tosses a penny in the well! (I should have banked it!)
You know, sometimes they do come true , and Spring will come again! ("Why am I always there, coining wishes on the green?) And in wintertime, under overcast skies, I do try fading out the grey in my eyes . . . but it’s so damn draining! This February chill, stills me no luster so, I'll just color me all over! Brighten bitter thoughts rising, warming breath, where Winter’s bias!
. . . and sour becomes sweeter in a poem Even money chills to the bone! But, even so, I can see. . . there, baring in the trees, I find how too many of us are blind to the presence that springs life! Looking deeper into the ground, it's the wiles that dig us deeper, I found! Back to my root’s is what warms me, back to the beginning of my being! Hey, the sun is setting . . . it’s about time I was getting home. I want to be warmer, and I crave the nourishment and love; Everything else?
This is "Well" Done literally. You did the right thing to throw the penny in the well cause the bank aren't going to give us any freaking interest on it. Very nice piece all around especially the ending finale. Keep doing it great Kimmy!
Very very well done Kimmers. You sure you haven't been tagging along on my most-morning walks through our Piney Woods out here? Winter is cold and drippy. The greens are darker and fronds are wet-black. Duff squishes beneath my tread. Little pools, everywhere, are full of primal life. This morning, a tiny brown mouse peeked at me from under weed-leaves and I whispered "Peace, Brother." La-la-la-la life goes on and magick is alive and well.
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You went right inside my head with this one, the images keep coming, and the colors, and the feelings of yearning love...
Great Kimmy, just great!!!!!!
Wonderful images you have created!! Love the passion with which you write, and the way you have woven the visual, emotional, and intellectural strands together. Encore! ENCORE!! 'Pea' <3
Well as I sit here listening to a CD of old country songs and the winds are blowing cold and hard outside my window...your poetry is just the perfect mix of thoughts for me tonight. Almost as if you are looking into my room and into my mind. Nice one.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
I love the imagery you paint in this poem.
Cryssa
well done Kimmy...
John
An inspiring and intriguing composition... "Root From All Evil" glows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Ron
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Viva la wishing well.
Ted
Great Kimmy, just great!!!!!!
Georg
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