my heart

May 21, 2013 at 11:26 pm 26 comments

it can beat.  it can be beaten.

it can laugh.  it can cry.

it can give.  it can receive.

it can ache.  it can thrive.

it can break.  it can be repaired.

it can inspire.  it can frustrate.

it can trust.  it can doubt.

it can be aloof.  it can be present.

it can believe.  it can reject.

it can be warm.  it can be cold.

it can be restless.  it can be smart.

it can lie.  it can be genuine.

it can love.


it cannot hate.

my heart can be thrown away


it cannot be forgotten.

the heart of 'que

the heart of ‘que

a post script:  The boys and I went to dinner on Friday night.  A celebration for the life of our dearest loving friend, who by the way, loved barbecue.  The four of us had many a dinner of bbq this and bbq that and whatever else could be que’d.  What you see above was sitting on the top of my open-faced sandwich (pulled barbecue chicken).  The boys and I took one look at it and thought, humph, could it be?  Could it be a little sign from above saying hi and that everything will be okay?  Yes, I know, it sounds so silly and I promise I am not going to try to sell it on Ebay as some sort of religious token, but I am going to keep it.  It is currently drying out in the refrigerator:)

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the inside….. A Super Shining Big Thank you

26 Comments Add your own

  • 1. psychologypathology  |  May 22, 2013 at 12:19 am

    Shit like that meat, it’s an omen or what… behave!

  • 2. John W. Howell  |  May 22, 2013 at 12:45 am

    Que spirituality. No better place for the spirit to make itself known. A beer with that would be heavenly

    • 3. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:10 am

      my boys would certainly agree – except with a tall frosty mug of root beer! btw, this was the best bbq i had ever had. awesome:)

  • 5. psychologypathology  |  May 22, 2013 at 12:51 am

    Uh! Joke?

    • 6. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:09 am

      Hello – i take it you are joking? Actually I can see what you mean – in looking at this piece of chicken, I could see a Georgia O’Keefe quality to it, but in knowing the hell my boys and I have been through in the past 14 months since the death of our friend, and the fact that his business – aka my job – was sold on the same day as the anniversary of his death – we saw this as a sign. Silly, but since we moved into our new house – which he was my landlord and had to move because the property was sold a few weeks ago – there have been some interesting signs around our new neighborhood and we like to think, in our own strange way, that he is with us and watching over us and that our new life, so to speak, will be okay without him.

  • 7. psychologypathology  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:16 am

    alright, cool it. it’s ok. calm down. What is this about you moving? really?

    • 8. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:19 am

      I am cool – as i stated – it has been a very hard year and, yes, we moved 3 weeks ago – with a 3 weeks notice. we are okay – actually doing well and now that the company is sold, we can put a little more of the past behind us. but we still miss him – which is evident in so many of the blogs I have written since January and in the fact that we see a piece of chicken and think about him:)

      • 9. psychologypathology  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:28 am

        Oh, are you trying to find something different job-wise?

      • 10. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:31 am

        I am staying where I am. I have been running the business by myself for the past 14 months, and it was sold with the condition that I come with it – or shall i re-structure that statement and say that no one would buy it unless I chose to continue working there. How long I do choose to stay still remains to be seen.

      • 11. psychologypathology  |  May 22, 2013 at 1:42 am

        well, do you get a break-off clause?Might be good to start afresh no? Not being fresh I hope. = consider new ?

      • 12. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 11:08 am

        I will eventually – but for now I am good where I am. and i will not sign something that has not been analyzed and re-analyzed by my attorney.

  • 13. unlovingyou  |  May 22, 2013 at 2:08 am

    signs signs everywhere signs! how great is that!!!!

  • 14. Dom DiFrancesco  |  May 22, 2013 at 2:25 am

    Beautiful poem and what is the opening bid on the heart shaped BBQ chicken, I want in on it. 🙂

  • 15. WB  |  May 22, 2013 at 2:56 am

    I’m speechless regarding this poem. The words, idea, perspective; I’m blown away, great work.

    • 16. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 11:06 am

      thank you so much. what a lovely compliment:)

  • 17. petitemagique  |  May 22, 2013 at 6:57 am

    Very nice! ♥

    • 18. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 11:06 am

      thank you. xx

  • 19. Lunch Sketch  |  May 22, 2013 at 8:52 am

    Great poem Kimberly. Interesting find also.
    In my unqualified view, if something gives a memory, an assurance, a confirmation of a direction … it is a sign. No need for overthinking it – enjoy the moment and feeling it gave!

    … and maybe keep it away from Sydnee Pee 😉

    • 20. words4jp  |  May 22, 2013 at 11:00 am

      no worries – it is safe in the fridge drying out:)

  • 21. Kira  |  May 23, 2013 at 6:59 am

    Lovely poem as usually! Some people read tea leaves…not my Kimberly…she reads ‘que! lol xoxo

    • 22. words4jp  |  May 23, 2013 at 5:02 pm

      hey – there are messages to be found in meat! aha – I have a new talent!

      • 23. Kira  |  May 23, 2013 at 5:32 pm

        Kimberly the ‘Que Reader at your service. Please call 800-Q-READER to have your future read by MS Kimberly! lol

      • 24. words4jp  |  May 23, 2013 at 5:38 pm

        ha! cute – and let’s not forget the ‘que eaters – P & J 🙂

      • 25. Kira  |  May 23, 2013 at 6:17 pm

        There in like flynn too!!

  • 26. keladelaide  |  May 24, 2013 at 4:39 am

    I love the way you find something in the everyday-ness if life and turn it into beautiful poetry.


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