Infinite, Always In the gardens, you;You in the deeps, the blues,the settling of quiet, you,in the bloom of a sigh of the selfthat knows of coming home; youimage and likeness and love;you of wing and footfall,all seasons, each beauty,Infinite, always, and everywhere,no where apart from you. Kimberly M. King
Tag: Poetry
A Prayer from Today
Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King
There is…and there aren’t always
Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…
How to Believe that Wonder Remains
How to Believe that Wonder Remains How to believethat wonder remains:Gently and with reverenceremove the lid and beholdthe exquisitely packaged perfection mathematical,the juice-rubied geode,that is a pomegranate in December. Kimberly M. King
Poet in the Kitchen
I wrote this line today… I knew when I wrote it that more would follow. In its way, soup is poetry in a bowl…any recipe, really, is not unlike a poem. One of the decisions in a poem is about line breaks…knowing where the units of thought, sound, image, begin and end. Recipes too have…
Consider the Lilies 