The Pen
I saw words in the ink
I wrote until the spiderweb tore
I wrote until their bloody cage broke
I wrote until their blood flowed
I wrote until I set them free
I wrote until their story breathed
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
Finding time to Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long
Celebrate Poetry and Poets for a month?
NaPoWriMo 2014 begins now…time to dive in.I am in the middle of chasing deadlines on the WIP but I could not pass up a chance to dive into a sea of poetry and let those rhythmic waves wash over me. So I will be taking part this month in NaPoWriMo although at this point I can only promise 1 – 2 poems a week.
You can follow all my Poetry here
Are you taking part in NaPoWriMo this year?
NaPoWriMo
, or National Poetry Writing Month, is back!
NaPoWriMo is an annual project in which participants write a poem each day in April. It unfolds in the tradition of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, held in November) and motivates, inspires, and engages poets of all levels, genres, and backgrounds.
While a poem a day is your ultimate goal, there’s really no “right” way to participate. Start today and keep at it, and experiment as you see fit. Focus entirely on sonnets, or experiment with free verse. Participate on your own, or collaborate with others. Publish on your blog, or experiment offline.
Ideas to get started
- Publish poems each day, focusing on a different genre each week.
- Handwrite poems in a journal, for your eyes only.
- Start a collective with others, plan themes for April, and publish poems on your own blogs focused on these themes.
- Create a new blog or group site specifically for this monthly challenge.
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Last Words | Who Are You?
Image shared courtesy of The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
This gravestone brings up so many thoughts:
Who was this woman?
Who chose her inscription?
Was it a last act of revenge from a spurned lover/spouse?
Were they the last words she wanted to be remembered by?
What comes to your mind when you look at it?
What would you like to be put on your gravestone when you die?
This gravestone had me contemplating what I would want inscribed to mark my place in this world.
Death is inevitable for every one of us but something that few of us like to contemplate. We are mortal beings but we fear our mortality. We focus on living in the here and now. But I wonder sometimes if we focused on how people would remember us after we die, if that would impact our choices and decisions.
How would you like to be remembered?
If I could choose one mantra to be remembered by it would be:
She lived and loved fearlessly.
The poem I would have as my last words would be:
~ the uncaged bird is set free ~
I can no more cage this poeme`
to trap my soul in earthly realms hollows my flesh
Poeme` is life fleshed into my Bones
A place where the intangible is material
A window through which the tears of God
break open the unseen cracks in a heart
A Love divine and Light surreal
is my heart free, my soul uncaged
the Bird of Poeme` soaring into the heavenly realms.– Excerpted from my poem “Soul Wings”
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
#CoffinHop|The Abandoned & The Disappeared…Dead Ends in #Poetry
Death’s Last Breath
Dust Devils dance a macabre dervish
Tumbleweed twists in torment
Ghosts of the Disappeared stalk the streets of Death
Screams of silence fill the graveyard of the Abandoned
Gates creak open with unearthly screams
Come down to the Graveyard
Coffins spill their bone chilling secrets
All Hallow’s Eve draws near
The battle-worn stone sentries slumber
It lies waiting for the fire in the sky to die
The soft light seduces it’s midnight soul
Golden eyes filled with scorpions wait
It longs to drink the light, to swallow its darkness
Beware the lost Spirits
Slipping through the open spaces
Tread softly past their places of rest
Do not disturb the Abandoned and the Disappeared
The gargoyles screech their unbridled glee
The ravens cackle and call
The dragon forged in the fires of molten metal shatters
In its shroud of twisted metal a creature stirs
Deathly grey skin covered in bloody thorns
It lifts its heavy head and opens eye eons shut
Twin black crevices entrance me nearer
The twin crevices swallow my thoughts
This thing of death twists through my broken mind
Visions of desperate violence assail me
Strange unearthly places not yet forseen
This will be the place where my spirit flees
my place of death
Twisting its way through my thoughts
Its thorns tangle and tear at my deepest fears
The broken city shrinks into nothingness
The silence that drinks my dreams stalks me
ssshhh
a whisper, a whimper
I stumble blinded into an empty classroom
The whimpering comes from the corner
I claw at my eyes desperate to see
The red mist lifts unveiling him
A boy, emaciated, shrunken yellow skin
He scratches at his gaping mouth, breath wheezing through in a whimper
The basket ball net twists tighter trapping his spirit
The witching hour draws near
The boy grasps desperately for me
His eyes pools of terror waiting to drown me
The anthracite sky parts, moonlight forms a ghostly finger
The rustling of pages makes me turn
A bible lies before me abandoned in the ashes
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”
The creature twists dementedly in my mind
Its thorns tear through my skin in desperation
Molten fire flows through my being
The creature shrieks until my ears bleed
The pages before me rustle again, I look down
“He will swallow up death in victory;and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.”
The liquid fire swirling in my being drowns the desperate creature
Its thorns tear an escape through my bleeding eyes
It leaves behind a trail of yellow mist and silence swallows its remaining screams
The veil of red mist lifts from my eyes, the room is filled with luminous moonlight
A small hand slips into my still bloody hand
The boy looks up at me, his eyes now flawless twin sapphires
He pulls me down, then whispers in my ear
“The battle is won
Death is destroyed
Lost spirits are free to rest”
He slips away with one last smile embraced in joy
My head hits the ground before I know I have fallen
A crown of thorns lies next to me
The silence is broken by the sweet singing of Seraphim
I breathe my last breath
It is done.
My spirits dances free of the caging skin and broken bone
I fly free on wings of eagles into the bright new dawn.
All Hallow’s Gate is closed.
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning
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The CoffinHop has come to a dead end. But from death comes life and I know that Coffinhop has been a treasure chest of tricks, treats and inspiration.
It has been my honour to share the #CoffinHop with you my readers.
It has been my honour to spend the time prying open the lids of broken coffins of the other coffinhoppers.
A special shout out to Axel Howerton for being our Master Guardian of the #CoffinHop boneyard once more. You Rock Axel! 🙂
Please remember that The #CoffinHop Anthology, Death by Drive-In is now AVAILABLE and 100% of all proceeds go to Litworld in support of Child Literacy. Help a child read. Let that child enrich the world with their stories. Click on the anthology image below for purchase links.
The Prize winner for my “The Abandoned & the Disappeared” contest will be announced on 5th November, 2013.
There are so many amazing entries that it is going to be a close call to call the winner. Thanks you to everyone who entered. Your words awed me. Each and every one.
Thank you.
Remember…
Tread softly past their resting places…
Do not disturb the Abandoned & the Disappeared.
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Come to the Dark Side | Grand Launch #Poetry #BlogHop Starts Midnight 21stJuly
Welcome to the Grand Launch of The Kintsugi Poets Society
BlogHop ~ 21st July – 28th July
Theme – The Darkness
Broken Words Whispered in The Dark
To celebrate the launch of this new society of Dark Poets,
we are kicking off with a BlogHop Tour of Poetry
Poetry in its darkest and most terribly beautiful forms
Find the whisperings of broken words and dark spaces below.
Kim Koning
Jack Varnell
Kavita Rao
Amy Marshall
Andrew Drage
Anita Stewart
Ash Krafton
Caroline Adele O’Brien
Ellie Rose McKee
Irina Dimitric-Stojic
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Come over to The Dark Side | A New Society of Dark Poetry
The Time has arrived for A New Society of Poets…
A Society of Poets who master the dark art of Kintsugi…
Calling all lovers of Dark Poetry…
Enter if you dare…
The Kintsugi Poets Society
The time has finally arrived.
I can finally unveil this new society of poets
that celebrate Dark Poetry in all its terrible beauty.
We are launching the Society with a
Grand Launch BlogHop of Dark Poetry – 21st July – 28th July.
Come over to The Dark Side…
Enter if you dare…
Add The Kintsugi Poets Society to your G+ Circles
Calling all Poets with a Dark Side
Attention: Poets with a Dark Side
I am starting a website community of Poets with a dark side.
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Turning dark cracks & broken fragments into golden seams of poetry ~ A Society of Poets who can turn the dark edges, the cracked pieces and the broken fragments of their experience into the golden seams of poetry.
The poets I am looking for write their poetry with a dark slant, twist. The poetry can be metaphysically/literally/figuratively/emotionally dark. It can be themed to a genre – ie paranormal/horror/suspense or it can be personal struggles/pain.
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This will be a community of shared poetry and eventually I would like to publish some poetry anthologies of the poetry shared.
I am recruiting members here.
If you are interested, please let me know in the comments on this post.
Lightning Dusk
Lightning strikes dust
Finger of God touches Man
Life and Death –
Haiku © Kim Koning.
The Divine Orchestra | #FWF
Free Write Friday | Prompt
It was a dark and stormy night…
Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,
The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,
Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes
*Reposted for #FWF*
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Soul Wings
If writing words are the Bare Bones of me,
then Poeme` is the ephemeral Soul of me
Bones are formed from dust
flesh out the form of my shadow
Poeme` the intangible core of my being
the breath of life to my shadow
Without the breath divinely inspired
I am but a lost thing having no heart, no core, no soul
My soul is not anchored in my flesh
but soars within the cage of my earthly body
This too is the beautiful tragedy of Poeme`
Flesh pulls the oxygen from the air
my core pulls divine inspiration into streaming flight
~ the uncaged bird is set free ~
I can no more cage this poeme`
to trap my soul in earthly realms hollows my flesh
Poeme` is life fleshed into my Bones
A place where the intangible is material
A window through which the tears of God
break open the unseen cracks in a heart
A Love divine and Light surreal
is my heart free, my soul uncaged
the Bird of Poeme` soaring into the heavenly realms.
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning
#CoffinHop…Dead Ends in Undead Poetry
It is the Dead End of the Annual #CoffinHop. 2nd Year running and still my favourite Blog event of the year. It is a time of year when fears are bled out onto the page, where the horror that can grip us in daily life can be released. This is the last day, the DEAD END of the #CoffinHop. So hop around through the bone yard visiting all the other CoffinHoppers – *Click on the skull above to get to each coffin.* #CoffinHop is that time of the year when we can face our fears, admit them and then master them. It’s ok to be scared, it’s ok to feel fear…
Bravery is not the absence of fear, but the mastery of it. – John Berridge
Battleground
The soldiers are unseen
Camouflaged in skin
Their weapons are lethal
They are elements of torture
They have captured me
Stretched out on a rack
Every muscle screams in protest
Every muscle held in a vice-like grip of agony
My jaw is locked shut
My eyes are blinded as the blades enter
My mouth is slack with pain
My fists tied down, tightly clenched
The torture has only just begun
My body fights to find an inner strength
The needles pierce the back of my neck
I am held in place, too weak to struggle
I try to call out for mercy
I am ready to confess anything
The needles enter my skull
There are hundreds of them
The prison is too bright for me to see
Shadowy figures surround my body
Slowly I feel the needles draining my veins
I try to release the bindings on my limbs
They use my body as a pincushion
I have no more strength to fight
I can feel the weakness take over
My mind tries to fight, to shout
I open my eyes
I stare into blinding white light
The needles in my skull blind me
Bile rises up from my empty insides
I search for the unseen enemy
These faceless soldiers dealing in torment
I open my eyes and see a figure before me
It looks familiar, a faint echo of disbelief
The reflection is myself
My very flesh the rack of agony
I lose hope, I lose the battle against my skin and bone
My body is my battleground, my flesh the enemy torturing me
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
- Tell me do You CoffinHop?
x marks the spot where the spirits watch you from veiled shadows…
Don’t forget to enter my TRICK Haunted Flash Fiction for TREATS ENTER BY 3am 01/11/12
Enter if you dare…Enter or be scared…
Thank you for taking part in the #CoffinHop 2012…
Release
Life is not about Resistance,
Life is about Release:
Life is about Releasing the Past
To Embrace the Now.
Life is about Releasing the Lessons
To Embrace the Blessings.
Life is about Releasing the Sadness
To Embrace the Joy.
Life is about Releasing the Hate
To Embrace the Love.
Life is about Releasing the Bitterness
To Embrace the Forgiveness.
Life is about Releasing the Cocoon of Regret
To Embrace the Wings of Hope.
Life is not about Resisting your Heart,
Life is about Freeing your Spirit
To Embrace Life.
© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.
