She would find a loyal companion, jump into a jeep

and head to Mexico to ride out the storm.

Borders are closed to me now, so I journey within –

opening windows painted shut over the years

and closing doors on things that no longer serve me.

I collect words lying in the dust and string

them like pearls to wear close to my heart.

Words like strength, beauty and love –

they’re battered and bruised but I hold

them tenderly just the same.

There is polished wood and precious books

and soon there will be fresh flowers, their scent

following the light as there are no curtains,

darkness is not welcome here.

What would she do? I’d like to think

she’d do the same,

live the very best life and keep on fighting.

The snow is gone now but this golden witch hazel tree brightened a late winter walk through Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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24 Responses to Fate

  1. I collect words lying in the dust…
    Words like strength, beauty and love –

    they’re battered and bruised but I hold

    them tenderly just the same.

    She is that precious brave heart soul certainly who would make the best of every moment and keep going. I truly enjoyed your beautiful poem.

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  2. Eliza Waters says:

    Beautiful poem and a stunning subject!

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  3. murisopsis says:

    I really like the way this poem unfolds!! Very nicely done!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. calmkate says:

    first poem of yours I’ve read and love it! Your use of words and how it unfolds so eloquently!

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  5. ugetse says:

    I like your words collected in the dust. This is such a beautiful poem. Thank you for another tender note.

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    • I haven’t posted a poem in a long while…this one was written between summer and fall, in between my words are hints of the spring season to come and I thought I’d better post, pronto!
      Thank you, dear neighbour, for your constant support, it means a lot…

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  6. What a beautiful poem, Kim. I adore your imagery, the curtainless windows, and the string of word-pearls close to your heart. This loveliness made me smile. Thank you.

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  7. markmkane says:

    Such elegant words Kimberlee, which made it truly delightful to read!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. What a beautiful poem – I love the first verse image of opening the painted shut windows, then collecting and stringing words from the dust. Lovely!

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