each glimmer

December 31, 2014 at 3:33 pm 14 comments


they twirl around my heart

then, float into my head ~ ~


i reach and grasp

one at a time.


i arrange them just so,

with a tweak here and there ~ ~

deciding how and what and why.


line by line is scrutinized, tapered and refined,

while making certain my thoughts are portrayed ~ ~

as i imagine them in my mind.


what they eventually become

are glimmers of me


dear reader,

i must remind you ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~

not every gander

i allow you

to see

is what it may appear to be…



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14 Comments Add your own

  • 1. hitandrun1964  |  December 31, 2014 at 3:35 pm


    • 2. words4jp  |  December 31, 2014 at 3:46 pm

      i always feel the need to write a post like this – which, in all honesty, i should not – i succumb to my self conscience and worry about what others read and perceive. especially my dark words. silly, i know.

      • 3. Paul Handover  |  December 31, 2014 at 5:37 pm

        You don’t “succumb”, you are aware of your self conscience! That makes you special! Happy New Year to you and all those around you.

      • 4. words4jp  |  December 31, 2014 at 7:29 pm

        Happy New Year to you and Jean and all of your children. Many hugs and lickies and tum tums;)

  • 5. Americana Injustica  |  December 31, 2014 at 5:16 pm


    • 6. words4jp  |  December 31, 2014 at 7:35 pm

      Thank you 🙂 I have to run over to your blog and get caught up – my boys are home right now – other than being a voodoo princess, I am chef, chauffeur, house cleaner, laundry chick…..I want you to know that I am so thrilled to have discovered your blog. Thanks to our heavenly wolf friend, I was directed to your gravatar. I hope you and your daughter have a 2015 full of love and wonder and good health and progress. I know for me, it is progress. We have no where to go but straight forward:). Just make certain to bring the voodoo dolls!! xxx

      • 7. Americana Injustica  |  December 31, 2014 at 7:50 pm

        They are packed alongside the of ammo and chocolate, VooDoo…I got it covered. I am very grateful for all of the support and comfort you have shown me as well, and am glad to know your boys are home for a while, at least. Run with it! Happy New Year VooDoo!!!

  • 8. Dom DiFrancesco  |  December 31, 2014 at 5:40 pm

    This a a great poem ending on the mystery that is you. 🙂 Happy New Year Kimberly, to you and your family.

    • 9. words4jp  |  December 31, 2014 at 7:27 pm

      Thank you. And you too;). I wish your whole clan a Happy Wondrous New Year!

  • 10. gilhooley52  |  December 31, 2014 at 6:46 pm

    Great one!

  • 11. Maxima  |  December 31, 2014 at 6:48 pm

    My dear friend , Health and happiness to you in the New Year. With love Maxima

    • 12. words4jp  |  December 31, 2014 at 7:26 pm

      Thank you so much:)

  • 13. LeProsey  |  January 5, 2015 at 9:48 pm

    Love the last few lines. I think we all do the same. A bit of purposeful mystery and deception is a must for poetry. I think, anyway.

    • 14. words4jp  |  January 6, 2015 at 12:16 am

      Thank you;). I know that I write about a lot of things and some of them are dark. Some are about me and some are not. I think sometimes people take my metaphors literally. Of course, poetry’s meaning is in the eyes of the reader………😏


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