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Krista Kurth Poem
Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round,
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…
Solid rock thrusting up
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
Rising and falling,
Rushing and fading,
Over time.
Who knows where
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.
Nevertheless
The river and rocks remain,
One, solid and steady,
The other, fluid and ever-moving.
Sitting here
My heart longs to shed its burdens
To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.
I want to know …
Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
As the currents of change swirl
Around me?
I want to know …
Can I be molded and reshaped
As the river of life courses
Through me?
I want to know …
Can I be moved in new directions by love,
Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart
Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?
The only answer that comes
Is the flow of my tears and
The sound of the river as it continues
To ripple and run around the rocks.
Maybe
That
Is enough,
For now.
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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Heavy clumps of white fall
from the grey sky
landing on wooden limbs,
weighing them down
like dark skeletons
bent under the burden
of generations of sorrow
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The bouncing beat
Of merengue music
At the beach bar pulses
Across the Bahamian bay
On a mellow breeze,
Calling to the palms
As they sway their arms
To the night rhythm,
Inviting them into a dance
With the full blue beams
That tiptoe across the dark water
Eager to step onto the white expanse
Lit by the bright disco ball overhead
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2010
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Tread lightly on the earth - you are walking on the back of your own children's future
inspired by Sierra Club and Brian Strand's contest
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Surprised, wondering how I got here,
No longer young, not yet old.
I stand squarely on the stage of my own life,
As if for the first time…
Playing the role that was written
Just for me.
Not knowing what I am going to say next,
But confident I am speaking a script that is being…
Written and directed by my soul,
As I speak.
The Playwright delights in challenging
Me in my role;
Pushing me to shed anything that gets in the way
Of my most authentic performance;
Reminding me of what I love and
What makes me most come alive.
Opening my mouth to speak,
I understand that this play is for me.
I am the only audience that matters.
I applaud loudly as the next act begins.
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Sitting down at the kitchen table,
A warm plate of freshly cooked
Food before me - pausing
To prepare to give thanks for the day,
I all of a sudden see that ease
Has crept in – all on its own –
And begun to find a home
In the body of my life,
Without me knowing it had arrived.
Breathing in, I feel
Tiny tendrils of peace
Twirling and opening out,
Taking root, in the new found
Space in my day - in my heart -
Spreading warm comfort
Throughout - and - into my core,
Bringing with it ripples
Of expanding quiet joy
As I breathe out.
Feeling already full, bowing my head
I take hold of the loving hand
Reaching out for mine,
In silent gratitude, I welcome
This easy peace, and my Self, home.
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Full of grace and gratitude
Over the birth of this
Remarkable woman.
Stand up and celebrate her
Unique ability to make all welcome and her
Zany zest for life, love, and laughter.
Always giving generously of her heart and wisdom.
Nodding off from time to time to rest her weary soul, but
Never faltering in her faith – in humanity and her
Exploration of new ways to learn and grow so she can
Share her brand of sunshine and God’s love with everyone she meets.
60 years! And many more we wish for her,
Those of us blessed to know her are forever
Honored to be her beloved friends.
Written as a toast for my former business partner and forever friend's upcoming 60th
birthday gathering.
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Purple thistle sunflower
Bees dipping and gathering
Perfect summer’s day
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Sixty is Sexy –
Not in a young
Flaunt-your-body
Sway-your-hips
Pout-your-lips
Kind of way –
But –
In the Sassy –
Seductive –
Pleasurable way
You appear comfortable
In your own skin
In the Seasoned –
Voluptuous –
Confident way
You know how to follow
Your heart’s desire
In the Beautiful –
Luscious –
Smooth way
You relish expressing
Your passion for people
In the Perky –
Tender –
Joyous way
You embrace and
Make love with life
Everyday
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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Subtle ripples of beliefs
Flowing through generations
Bind us together
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