Kim Smith's POeMS

adore

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:49:11 +0000

adore

                          i wait at Your gate
                          tarry at Your door
                                                  tungsten lit
                                                   tout le monde
                          Atlas…
                                   at last a’twirl, and more
                                                  tantamount
                                                 a lass…
                          Your adamant
                                                  matador

yin-yang sky

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:38:00 +0000

yin-yang sky

shy

in blue disguise

she falls his snow

he angels her drift

co-gnito

(( ear-to-ear

they knowing

yeht still

snowing

s * u * r * p * r * i * s * e

miles high

white swoosh con-trail

)) smiles

( o-so sly-ly )

sunrose yellow

sky

herose

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:35:15 +0000

herose

rose arose

wilt

thou

wilt

sor

ros

reflection

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:33:02 +0000

reflection

highway

a single roadside reflector

really one of many

but different

IT got noticed

at least by me

headlight glare

it winks

I blink

it’s gone away

not GONE gone

just no longer seen

at least by me

at least not directly

but on playback

lit by my HEADLIGHT headlight

again

its shout

its hey!

aRe

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:30:14 +0000

aRe

aRe

her

s o u n d s

ring his ear

spin his Ear t h

his h ear t

p o u n d s

Pete’s Feats

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:22:24 +0000

Pete’s Feats

Mon Oncle Drian
he so square

                                   he bop
                                   blanc
                                   he bop
                                   bleu
                                                       red hot
                                   gone REAL…
                                                       grid noir

                    he bop
                    une dense danse
                    pour Joan et Don Juan
                    & every JOCK & JILL
                   stuck on our
                                                       g r e e n

                                                              s
                                                                     t
                                                                           a
                                                                                  r

Blaue Writer

Kim Smith — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 17:19:05 +0000

Blaue Writer

can Dinsky still dance?

blow his (g)nose

paint his pants

all whirly like Van Gogh’s?

nope.

nein.

nyet.

der Dinsky’s dead

ended

dun

lost his hue

his well-read head

gone squiggle in blue!

yup-ja,

YET

when he scribbled

and when he spat

dumbjoy dimpled the

sits where he sat!