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.).
I collect words lying in the dust…
Words like strength, beauty and love β
theyβre 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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Your beautiful tender prose has added a lovely layer…I’m so glad you enjoyed the read (I shyly posted it!), thank you always!
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Absolutely my pleasure π
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Your words have left me smiling on this rainy first day of spring…
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Beautiful poem and a stunning subject!
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Thank you so much for stopping by, your lovely comment warms my heart and brightened my day!
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I really like the way this poem unfolds!! Very nicely done!!!
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Thank you so much! Your words have brightened up a rather rainy day…
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first poem of yours I’ve read and love it! Your use of words and how it unfolds so eloquently!
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Aw, your lovely words just make me smile, Kate! It’s been a wee while since I’ve posted a poem and your comment makes me glad I took the plunge…
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more please, you shouldn’t deny your talent … mind you your usual posts are also delightful!
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Thank you (always!) for your beautiful support! X
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my pleasure
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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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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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It’s always a joy to hear from you, Diana! I wrote this poem last year and thought it was time to “dust off my words” and post already, lol…
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It was a joy, my friend. Keep dusting!
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Such elegant words Kimberlee, which made it truly delightful to read!
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Thank you so much, Mark! I’m so glad you enjoyed the read…
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As always Kimberlee, I look forward to reading every new posts that you do!
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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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Thank you (as always!) for your lovely comment! As Diana mentioned, I have to keep on dusting…
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