Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Timeโs Ashes, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Timeโs Ashes
I drive in circles manifesting
a purpose
given to me as a child
itโs these coattails of peace and love I ride
transcending pain, a realizationโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
This post officially concludes the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. Thank you to all of the exceptional writers and friends that took part in this collaboration. It was an honor to write with you.
And, thank you to everyone that participated in the 30/30 collaboration by reading, liking, and commenting on the poems shared. I still have some poetic responses to share, and will share them in the weeks to come.
Announcements
I am excited to announce that I am working on a new collaborative project for 2023. I will begin to communicate the details of this new project in the next two months, with more being shared when we enter the new year. Please stay tuned to this site for more information about this new initiative.
I am also going to begin a weekly prompt sometime in the next month, once I rest and recuperate from the 30/30 collaboration, which means that my blogging schedule will reduce to 3 to 4 posts a week going forward.
The trees have ruddy cheeks after a season of heavy drinking, but as rays and rains retreat, a skeletal hand beckons me to lie in shadow below my favorite tulip tree, amidst the signature pattern of DNA forestry.
If I escape into unknown dark, a place sunlight can never hold, will knowledge be bestowed from the underside of limb and branch? I duck and take a chance, besides enlightenment never trickles. It is always avalanche.
The bark, a sort of braille, is a hidden language, and by touching it we speak, myself and ancient tulip tree, sharing spells through silent system, wrinkled body โgainst wrinkled hand. Is that not real wisdom?
The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.โs poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.