April 3, 2014 at 3:26 pm 17 comments


they are more

than a cluster of numbers



on a page,

they tell thousands upon thousands of stories

with each passing day.


they are the beginnings


the ends

along with the many in-betweens,

each story different –

fueled with a heart beat,

breaths of desire


a soul bursting of dreams.


a DATE can bring

pure joy

as well as

unbearable pain –

there is the excitement

of sunny tomorrow’s


the sorrows of yesterday’s rain

ย – but –

these digits

are more than stories

of a past


plot lines

which have yet to be read,

they signify life

– our lives –


the gift

of what lies




the fountain is now up and running

Entry filed under: dreams, feelings, future, human nature, humanity, life, memory, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, Relationships, thoughts, time, writing. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .

achoo! time

17 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Neeraj (nekneeraj)  |  April 3, 2014 at 3:35 pm

    This poem has a heartbeat. *Hugs*

    • 2. words4jp  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:15 pm

      hugs back at ya:)

  • 3. Paul Handover  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:01 pm

    This one really speaks to me! Clever lady!

    • 4. words4jp  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:15 pm

      thank you bunches and bunches:)

  • 5. From Acorn To Oak  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:09 pm

    It is really beautifully expressed! XX

  • 8. hitandrun1964  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:14 pm


    • 9. words4jp  |  April 3, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      thank you so much. xx

  • 10. Kirsten  |  April 4, 2014 at 12:22 am

    Absolutely beautiful, Kimberly. What you said is so true. Anniversaries of pain and joy!!

  • 11. ItMatterstoGrey  |  April 4, 2014 at 11:39 am

    Thank you so much. Strange how certain days can trigger certain memories both good and bad. To most around us they are just numbers in a block on a piece of paper but for each of us some of those days are a beacon of hope or a tombstone. As we get older more and more of those days take on a meaning, sometimes it is both a good and a bad day. The ones that are still blank stand as a gift waiting to be received.

    • 12. words4jp  |  April 4, 2014 at 12:20 pm

      you are welcome. you are right about the ‘getting older’ part. this i am experiencing with my boys – 16 and 19.

      i understand – as well as i know so many others do – what you are feeling and experiencing. the post i commented on the other day was almost scary to me, because i saw me. this is not a bad scary, in a way it was a comforting scary but scary nonetheless.

      we will manage. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • 13. ItMatterstoGrey  |  April 4, 2014 at 12:26 pm

        strange this really becomes a community and our shared experiences send us gravitating to each other, like a big support group. my kiddos are the same age, they grow up way too fast and my wish for them is to not have some of the same heartaches and mistakes I have experienced but that is what makes us who we are.

  • 14. Wordifull Melanie  |  April 5, 2014 at 6:46 am


  • 16. Noora  |  April 7, 2014 at 9:12 pm

    So beautifully composed, K! I always enjoy reading your work.

  • 17. ItMatterstoGrey  |  April 8, 2014 at 2:51 am

    I can’t thank you enough, and I know you have your days on your calendar. This too shall pass.


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