tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17493772367817514272026-04-27T12:37:52.108-07:00I am a poetKirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-18051273133719288962011-11-11T13:55:00.000-08:002011-11-11T14:00:48.069-08:00Hi Everybody,<br />Here is an new poem and a couple of poems we found from my old blog written in 2005.<br />Enjoy!<br />KirsteenKirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-71275987154620914972011-11-11T13:51:00.000-08:002011-11-11T13:52:33.481-08:00Bird<br /><br />Here I sit<br />in this healing place<br />wanting to speak<br />wanting to hear<br />my tongue tied in<br />impatient knots<br />my breath held.<br />Silence the little boy in you<br />the little girl in me<br />come to regret<br />our immaturity<br />the many silent glances<br />in and out<br />and in I go to read<br />your stoic lips.<br />The bird sings sweetly<br />on the windowsill<br />it whispers a secret<br />into my ear<br />Can you hear it?<br />Can you be?Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-85193440051746210322011-11-11T13:49:00.000-08:002011-11-11T13:51:25.150-08:00Internal Music<br /><br />Written inside a dark space<br />sharply accenting the edge of me<br />pausing, a rest between<br />I wonder<br />I wait<br />I sit<br />I settle<br />the scale tips leaving me unsteady<br />I stumble through the place<br />blind to my own melody<br />deaf to my own song<br />a jumble of notes<br />a series of discords<br />I tune to a frequency that resonates in my soul<br />and harmonically converge<br />with something I do not understand<br />the song rewinds and plays with a minor variation<br />never resolving, endlessly repeating.Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-17928865607020124622011-11-11T13:42:00.001-08:002011-11-11T13:49:35.438-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Beneath there is a Room<br /><br />Beneath there is a room that I live in<br />It keeps me warm and safe<br />Are you going to come and visit?<br />There is enough space for two<br />I will give you tea and cookies<br />And listen to your stories<br />You can leave when you are ready<br />And I will dance until you return<br /></span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-26782569842719676932011-08-07T20:52:00.000-07:002011-11-11T13:49:16.787-08:00Starlight over the New Forest<br /><br />Starlight over the new forest<br />in a time without end<br />the trees are turning to stars<br />and the stars are turning to trees<br />the time that went is no longer now<br />the time to come is no longer still<br />the time I had is a time of sorrow<br />the time I stayed to the time I left<br />the time I took was the thing I lost<br />the thing I took was the time it cost<br />I no longer know what the time is<br />when the time itself is the thing I lost<br />the thing I took was the time it cost<br />and now I know what to take from loss.Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-30710964806502752152011-07-01T12:25:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:30:24.726-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Hi everyone, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />These are some of my old poems plus a new one for you to read.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Kirsteen </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-21487563843621175472011-07-01T12:21:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:23:52.172-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Real Life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Feel your real life coming, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />You are ready to emerge.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Leave the old behind. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Know that you don't need it.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">There is a whole lot of life to be lived. </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-17643250652507012842011-07-01T12:17:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:21:23.207-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Opinions<br /><br />Me opinionated?<br />Let me tell you -<br />I know a thing or two.<br />You might dismiss me,<br />Make assumptions.<br />You'd be wrong.<br />I watch and listen,<br />It's my way.<br />The things I see and hear,<br />You'd not believe.<br />You bet I have opinions.<br />Wanna know?<br /></span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-14897663794187966902011-07-01T12:14:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:17:45.527-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Ballgames<br /><br />Ballgames are boring.<br />It doesn't matter if<br />The ball is<br />Big or small,<br />Hard or soft,<br />Round or curved,<br />Ballgames bore me<br />Stiff<br /></span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-9974969730895378172011-07-01T12:09:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:13:46.700-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Transformation </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Trapped in a cocoon, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am living my life slowly. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I am dreaming of the butterfly<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I want to become,<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am hearing the words<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I want to say,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I am believing the hopes<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I have dared to hope, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am feeling the experience </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Of being isolated and alone. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I want to break out of this darkness. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am trapped in the cocoon, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Waiting to become the butterfly<br />I am meant to be. </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-88609580190255740072011-07-01T12:05:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:09:06.500-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">A Life I Live</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />Pain cuts through me<br />A knife tears at the heart<br />The brain resigns to being alone<br />Losses, life if full of nothing but losses<br />A single tear falls remembering the happy times<br />So far and few between<br />Anger not understood, only felt<br />Time wasting as words go unheard<br />A life of silence<br />A life of pain<br />A life with few real friends<br />A life I live. </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-45403349342176395742011-07-01T11:53:00.000-07:002011-07-01T12:05:03.548-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I Am Me<br /><br />Watching, always watching,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">People just pass by. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Oh, they notice alright, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />But what they see is not me. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />They see a wheelchair, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />They see a body that to them is hopeless,</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />They see a body and then they say, "Oh, poor</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> thing."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />They, society, have not seen me. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am a person who thinks, feels and lives. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am a writer.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am a student. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />And when given a chance I am </span><span style="font-family:arial;">a friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am a person like you. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I cry, laugh and get mad. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />True, I do need some extra help but I am still a person.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">When you look at me, look at the person. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am not a wheelchair.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I am not handicapped. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />And I am not an object for display.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I AM A PERSON.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I AM ME. </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-43555685247578454722011-07-01T11:47:00.000-07:002011-07-01T11:53:33.654-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Freedom</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Flying high above us</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Lost souls among them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Spirits so free,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">A freedom we could only hope for.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Birds, in danger so unknowingly...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Death in an instant.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Birds, a symbol of freedom, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The takers of sorrow.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Birds, earth's gift to show us life as it should be, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />A life with no boundaries. </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-17254173086040771352011-05-25T16:06:00.000-07:002011-05-25T16:08:56.873-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Coming Back<br /><br />Life comes back slowly<br />I surface through grey mist<br />From the darkness<br />Down deep in tunnels<br />Of twilight gloom<br />Where fear and pain<br />Took me by the hand<br />And led me underwater<br />To black silence<br />Where I was safe<br /><br />Floating up<br />I see and feel the light<br />I return to life </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-39281621359173441632011-04-08T17:12:00.000-07:002011-04-08T17:14:16.031-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Kind Words</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Kind Words</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Release the weighted feelings</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You leave </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Like a word leaves my soul</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">To become a poem</span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-63132147633139003212011-03-09T16:39:00.000-08:002011-03-09T16:45:51.965-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I am going to share my poems with you starting with my latest poem which was born yesterday. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It is a comment on my hospital experience last fall and it's about my most unfavourite doctor. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There will be more! </span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749377236781751427.post-60077969639349925592011-03-09T16:30:00.000-08:002011-03-09T16:36:32.828-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Hospital Blues</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh mother mine</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Please don't argue</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">With the doc</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He doesn't know</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What he's talking about</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'd like to give him </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A piece of my mind</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Wouldn't he be surprised</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Knock him off his</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">High and mighty pedestal.</span>Kirsteenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03125618499518187459noreply@blogger.com2