Shadows have been eavesdropping
on my dreams, sharing them everywhere,
so now all my ancestral ghosts
know my hopes and fears.
They have revealed the knots that burrowed
in my heart and made a nest there,
whispered unwritten poems and thoughts
that I wasn’t ready to share.
But, instead of wrestling coils of anxiety,
I’m humming to a muffled moon like I don’t care,
spilling secrets, drifting seeds of creativity
that will eventually land somewhere.
And that’s OK, because I know that migrating swallows
will take summer with them soon, and leaves will follow.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd September 2025

On Tuesdays at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s Poetics, and this week we are writing about life’s lemons and lemonade making with Punam, who has shared some of the lemons life has given her recently, as well as extracts and poems by Meandering words, Diane Neilson, Douglas Malloch, Langston Hughes and Jodie Hollander.Punam would love to know how we deal with setbacks in life and asks us to share it in poetic form.
A wonderful poem, Kim. I especially like the last two lines.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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surely Kim this is one of your very best poems – its pure poetry – ‘muffled moon’; knots that burrowed
in my heart
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Thank you so much, Laura!
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The muffled moon line stood out to me too.
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Thanks Shaun.
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I was really drawn into your poem from the first lines on eavesdropping shadows… really cool
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Thank you, Björn.
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I love this, Kim! From “shadows have been eavesdropping”, “wrestling coils of anxiety”, “muffled moon” to ” drifting seeds of creativity” and those closing line …perfection!
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Thankyou so much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Kim, this is so lovely! You had me with ancestral ghosts!!
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Thank you, Colleen!
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There you go! Lately I’m feeling like my life’s many banana peels are a Punch and Judy show for my ancestral ghost. A hoot for the skeletons in the peanut gallery. And you’re right — who’s gonna mind my rhymes when I’m gone? I’ll just be in the crowd laughing at the next chucko who calls himself poet.
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But we poets just can’t stop spilling those secrets.
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I’m with Laura, this is surely one of your best poems. It’s brilliant I need not say anymore. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Dianne.
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Excellent. Takes the anxiety of shared secrets and whisks them away like migrating swallows.👏🏾👏🏾 Bravo!
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Thank you, Stew!
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I particularly like: “And that’s OK, because I know that migrating swallows / will take summer with them soon, and leaves will follow.” I like the graceful way of stating that all things have their season.
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Thanks so much, Aaron.
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You are very welcome!
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Kim, I love how you throw the anxiety aside and:
spilling secrets, drifting seeds of creativity
We’ve been conditioned to keep those secrets, and sharing them is an of bravery ❤
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Thank you so much, Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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Very relatable, Kim. I especially enjoyed ~
‘But, instead of wrestling coils of anxiety,I’m humming to a muffled moon like I don’t care,spilling secrets, drifting seeds of creativitythat will eventually land somewhere.’
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Thank you very much, Carol.
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Beautiful imagery Kim and I love the ending ❤️
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Thank you so much, Ange.
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You are welcome ❤️
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This is a very creative expression, Kim. Our shadows and dreams seem to remember everything! Letting them go seems to be the wisdom of growing older.
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Thanks Dwight.
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I love the personalized feeling in this ~~~ like you are speaking to me and me alone. It’s a beautiful poem indeed, Kim.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Love your “Shadows”, Kim. Like me I have thoughts for writing but later in the day it’s in the shadows hiding. Makes one wish she/he had writtin things down.
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Thank you, Jim. I’m always writing things down, but then I have to decipher my own handwriting! Even my typing has a mind of its own.
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This is lovely. So many wonderful lines. Especially
“Shadows have been eavesdropping
on my dreams,” and
“the knots that burrowed
in my heart and made a nest there,”
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Thank you, Melissa.
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A cracking poem Kim, especially –
They have revealed the knots that burrowed
in my heart and made a nest there,
whispered unwritten poems and thoughts
that I wasn’t ready to share.
they do burrow so ❤️
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Thank you very much, Paul!
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Very welcome Kim 🙂
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I like how you brought the idea of tilting into full circle.
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Thanks Imelda!
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