I feel it first thing in the morning:in the bubble and sparkle of early birdsong; the play of light on the bedroom wall;Luna the cat waiting by her bowl; the tranquillity of tai chi;reading words from our poetry community. No radio or television, and no news.Just a new day in all its hues. I inhale […]
Tag: What’s Going On
Constant
You are a valuethat never changes,not only, as Joni sang,constant in the darkness. You’re a rationalnumber to my irrational,I am no simple fraction,more cardinal than ordinal. We are equalin our emotional equation,our problems solvedby a mutual algorithm, an expression of our union,forever constant. Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2026 It’s Wednesday and time for counting, […]
Cushion
There is much to be said for the comfort of a cushion:the familiar pressure in the small of your back;an extra hug from your favourite chair;a lap on which to rest your feet;a safe place for a book you’ve just finished reading.My favourite cushion has the face of a catwith flowers on her head, a […]
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 […]
Hat
She had been praying so long for rain to come.Wilting under the glare of a punishing sun,she took her eye off the ball, the first time that week.A drop bounced off her head, trickled down her cheek, an unexpected tear in the thick dust of the dry season.Monochrome clouds rolled in fast across the sky,and […]
Geometry
Earth tone structures throwa geometry of shadows,some angled, some ragged,in the punishing sun.Windows reflect light until it grabs the cityand shakes it by the scruff,plays pick-up sticks with chimney stacksand hide-and-seek with sky-lights.There is no shade, just brick and concrete,from skyscraper roof to urban street.Inside, cool air hiccups from air-conditioning;outside, exhaust belches from traffic,suffocating the […]
Over
My birthday bouquet, overa week old and wiltingin a shapely vaseof glass half-filledwith scummy water glintingin the sun.Flowers raise their headsin a last hurrahof purple and pale yellow,their brown-tinged leaves hangingover the lip of the vase–over like the birthday. Kim M. Russell, 11th June 2025 Over at What’s Going On? Susan is hosting with a […]
It is the music of a people
(a golden shovel) Can you hear itfilling the air today? The melody isa memory of what we once were and thebeating of wings and rushing of air is musicwe feel in our hearts and souls. Words ofdespair are replaced with agrowing defiance: power to the people. Kim M. Russell, 28th May 2025 Wednesday’s come around […]
I, Poet
I need to ease the itch of wordsthat wake me up at night,to sing in a different languagewith imagery and bite. I love to linger in poems whereno other poet has been yet,to feel a smile inside myself when other people get it. The poetichor of a poemcan drive me to distraction,like spring blossom dancingor […]
Just Sounds
I stepped outside last night,hoping to see a skyfull of stars.One of the cats slinked out behindme. She didn’t mindthat it was dark. To meit was ominous and black. A breezeplayed tunes in the chimeshanging from the willow tree,but not a star was there to be seen.An owl hooted from the silverbirch, but there was […]
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