Posts tagged ‘Karin’

May 22, 2015

Contused And Conflicted

by KeiB

I’m black and blue all over
Feels like four rounds with Ali
But the bruises are invisible
Because my opponent is me

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May 17, 2015

Flower Child Haiku VIII

by KeiB

 A scent too fleeting
Sweet memories of springs past
Captured in fragrance

~ kei, The Eclectic Poet
17 May 2015

Lilacs III

Every spring captured and ever to be savoured… ©Karin Bole Tupper


May 14, 2015

Embody All

by KeiB

One with the elements
That is the goal
Body, mind
Spirit and soul

Burning, I whisper and cry out your name
Enticed by the false St. Elmo’s flame

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April 26, 2015

The Walls

by KeiB

The lover in me
Has faded
The lover in me
Is nowhere to be found
She is bound

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April 4, 2015

That Season

by KeiB

He touched in her that place of innocence, the core of her being that was forever hopeful, a source of immutable joy.

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February 21, 2015

Burn Baby Burn

by KeiB

How many degrees to burn you out of the heart of me?

Seven Hundred sixty degrees? Nine hundred eighty?

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February 8, 2015

The Preface

by KeiB

I paused for a moment, watching the haze of condensation on the outside of my wine glass.

“Yes. It’s true that I made some bad decisions and telling myself that they were made with best of intentions… well, we can talk about that crap later. Bottom line is, I never pretended to be someone’s friend and then moved in on their husband the second that the wife was out of the picture.”

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January 26, 2015

Tasting Tears

by KeiB

She cries in the rain and stares until she’s blinded at fiery sunsets

She drinks from the ocean

And then writes his name in the sand

She crashes into the pain this brings like the waves on the shore

She’s been scuttling about, trying to gather the pieces of her life

Strewn upon the floor, just like the mirror she shattered because he always said she was beautiful and she couldn’t find beautiful in the mirror

Her hands are cut and bleeding; pulling back the fragments, desperately trying to make them stick

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January 13, 2015

In Spirit

by KeiB

Ghost Writer scribbles

Our stories live on

Conjured by a medium’s keystroke

We are spilled ink apparitions

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October 21, 2014

Whispers II

by KeiB

Can you hear me?

Say my name just one more time
Say it in your Bourbon and Marlboro accent
You loved when I first described it that way
I just loved how I could feel your voice
Words like sweetgrass inhaled and tickling my senses

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