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The Depths and the Breadths, Psalm 139
The earth trembles and breaks openThunderbolts with the sound of giant cymbalsClash and echo all around meLightning flashes as the earth tears her wombThere is a rent in the soil beneath my feetI smell...
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Temptations
Daily I am faced with arrows of temptationMy flesh is weak and unwillingI look at my reflection in the mirrorI am filled with shame at my wickednessLord I long for Your daily washing of my soulI long...
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Your Robes
You allowed me a touch,I stretched out my hand to grasp Your hemIn that moment I knew my weaknessI was overcome by sorrowful joyTears of forgiveness fell from my eyesAs Your embracing Love cleansed my...
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Drakensberg | Tryptich #NaPoWriMo
DawnLost in the mists of timeThe dragon lies sleeping,His hot breath forms cloudsHolding the fierceness that is his beauty.Dawn dances over his scalesAs his muscles ripple in harmony,Her soft light...
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Capsized | Writing through the Fog, Emerging from under the Wave
The Uses of Sorrow | Mary Oliver (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. …And today I felt like...
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On Mornings like these, and a new travel tradition #Soulfood #Poetry #Journaling
Bliss is found on mornings like these… Today has been spent eating Poetry for Breakfast and Journaling in my heart space ~ my Zenkraft traveller’s notebook. I bought these two stunning poetry editions...
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Soul Tattooist
Come read my Poetry at my New Poetry Website Filed under: Kim Koning, Poetry Tagged: Kim Koning, Poetry, Soul Tattooist, Surrealist
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“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years...
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This is the Poem that was the first true seed for my new Secret Passion Project, The Dark Fairytales. The imagery in this poem was so visceral to me that the images haunted both my waking and my...
View ArticleNot Writing…Courting Monsters
Sometimes not writing is a writer courting monsters...a writer flirting with fury...sometimes, not writing...… Continue reading →
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