Fellow Writers’ Blog Hop | Inspiration
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This month’s blog hop is all about Inspiration. So here I have posted inspiration vision boards of all the essential elements in life that inspire who I am, how I write and how I see the world.
I have also included one of my poems about poetry because for me poetry is the ultimate inspiration. It is raw, emotional, passionate, free and naked. It holds all of my truths.
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Inspiration is A snapped twig in the dark
Inspiration is sometimes loud and jarring. But sometimes it is that one snapped twig in the dark forest. There is an eery silence and you believe you are all alone and then very faintly you hear a distinctive snap: someone is walking there. Suddenly you are not alone.
Today I heard the snapped twig in the dark forests of my imagination. It is the foot tread of a story. It moves quickly and quietly through the forest. Is it following me or am I following it? I still my thoughts and listen. The dark silence is almost deafening. Nothing.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimmer of movement. There is a shadow behind the tree. My heart beats violently struggling to maintain its home in my chest.
I feel watched.
Yellow eyes…
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Places, pursuits, pasttimes and pieces that inspire me
Quotations that inspire me
My muse is the Dragonfly… the Dragonfly is one of the few creatures comfortable in air,water and land; it is also beautiful and ethereal in a surreal way. To me the Dragonfly is the perfect symbol of an artist of creativity. Like creativity it skims the surface of the deeper waters of the inner soul. It is a symbol of change, power, speed, purity and living life in the moment.
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
Seek after Inspiration
& drink of its winds,
~ Kim