with the familiar heftof the tome,the unique cover,anticipation of what’s inside. It’s the imprintof fingers on paperand the gentle flickof a page. Print marks magicallyconjure meaning,images, sounds and emotionsin the happy quietude of alone. It’s transportationto another place or time,into the mind of someoneyou will never touch, but you can love and respect,despise, accept or […]
Category: Poems Inspired by Artists, Music and Other Writers
Feeling October
October days are feeling softer,the day beginning with scarves of mist and dewdrops, the sky now grey and filled with raindrops and the leaves like chameleonschanging from green to yellow to orange to red.A fleet of tractors rumbles up the muddy road rattling the windows. First wood smokedrifts skyward with the chattering crows. Kim M. […]
Frame
Vincent painted views overand over again of the asylum gardenbeyond his window frame, so in love with autumn’s colours,unable to refrain, admitting to his brother Theoit would be the same every day, until autumn came tumblingfrom the trees. He would never grow weary of garden,sky and leaves. Kim M. Russell, 1st October 2025 I have […]
Don’t Worry
There is no art to happinessit just isa big surprisea giggle from deep in your soul. Don’t worry.You don’t choose to be happyit just happens sooner or latera happy accident. When you stumble on happinessembrace itgive it a big sloppy kisschoose it over everything else. Happiness will not pass you byit will linger a whilelike […]
Le Bateau-atelier
In a quiet place of greens and greys,of rippling reflections and pensive days, a place to muse on form and shape,in the changing light of the waterscape, the river’s fringed with leafy treesthat tremble in a gentle breeze and waver in the flowing riveras if reflected in a mirror. In the solitude of his atelier,the […]
Eternity
Eternity is the great unknown, a breathbeyond the stars, and life and death, a shimmering black holewaiting to swallow us whole, together with all our thoughts, it seems,our hopes, desires and dreams. In dreams, we travel through timeand space, a place sublime, and maybe catch a glimpseof eternity. But they are mere blinks of our […]
August Wandering
This room is quiet.I’m alone in the house –except for a catasleep under the bed upstairs.White noise pervades,maybe it’s tinnitus, but it’s calming,like crickets in summer-baked grass.The carpet I vacuumed yesterdayhas the coloured of wheat,it’s soft underfoot –until I wander onto the tiled floorof the kitchen, hard and cool.The fridge is humming the same old […]
Splendour
Throughout summer,there are countless shadesof green and shapesof leaves, textures of bark.Some grow tall, while others revelin their stunted hunchbacks,sculpted by weather. While scrawny sunflowerscomplain about their lastdance with the sun,trees smile and limber upfor the golden splendourstored in their roots,their hidden autumn treasure. Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
On the Way to School
trailing shadows we hold each other’s handsgripping our bags listening for the bellevery daywe walk to school we walk to schoolevery daylistening for the bell gripping our bagswe hold each other’s hands trailing shadows Kim M. Russell, 7th August 2025 This Thursday is the day for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub; today […]
The Uncertainty of the Poet
She tries to see beyondthe contours of the marble torso, the pile of over-ripe bananasand the shadows of the building, to the boats by the harbour wall,the darkening sky and the coming storm. But her thoughts returnto sunshine and shadow, the dimple in the statue’s backsideand the bruised yellow of fruit about to rotin the […]
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