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Standing Naked …
A poet In Port Orange
Kristine Torgerson
Standing Naked …
A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson
My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training.
Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline.
A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm.
In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish
to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain”
Standing Naked in the Rain
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Images by Kristine Feb, 2008 At Ponce Inlet, County Park, Florida click on images to enlarge ======================
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The Look of Loss
It feels like a canyon where my heart use to be I hear the voice of its echo Boomeranging off the walls Pain’s shattering glass The slivers setting in my skin a permanent scar My body becomes that of a native warrior Passing through the crocodile cutting ritual Each mark some strange badge of honor to be worn Spelling out the word Survivor How many times can I fall through the cracks, of no one cares? A lesson erased off the blackboard Covered in fine chalk dustmarkings Left My playmates Tears and Sorrow I look for the loss My fingers roll it in the blackness of night A Rosary of Memories How can I see the loss? The atoms of its matter have left A shadow cast across my face I look in the mirror and I am gone I look over my shoulder at what’s behind Glaciered in time Numb I’m blind to the future Only my hands feel The bumps of my crocodiled skin Kristine 2.29.08
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Kristine, Port
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Standing Naked … A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain” Standing Naked in the Rain
It’s Seams Less
Seamless that’s what she is Seamless people never develop wrinkles Their life is always on the ironing board Being pressed out Of coarse, the maid does the ironing The rest of us are just drip dry and perma-press The world winds ripping across the fabric of our lives An earthquake in El Salvador And you’re out your job No more jeans shipped to sell Sewing machines have stopped The rent in the earth becomes the factor Do you pay your rent? They rebuild You find another job An another chapter is written and closed All the pain is held in the pages of the book That the seamless person buys at Barnes and Nobles So she can feel something, anything in her stiff starched self
Kristine 2.13.08
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Standing Naked … A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson
My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain” Standing Naked in the Rain
Caught In the Checkout
He offers you a cavernous smile You fall into it like sky diving Waiting for the chute to open The pop/ the jerk Back to reality You better watch where you’re going You’ll need a headlamp for this one He’s the one who could make you act like a cartoon character running off a cliff Beep, beep Watch out you’re falling Before you know it This time no parachute You could end up a green Gumby Splat on the ground Are there any shovels around to clean up the mess? Why’d you have to catch his eye? Why’d he have to smile that smile? The stars are suppose to stay in the sky Where’s the warning sign? "No star gazing in the checkout line" You’d have been safer with your nose in the gossip rags Brad and Angelina they only have eyes for each other To late the Hagen Daz will be melting to fantasized thoughts Newest flavor "Damp, Wet 'en Wild" Each spoonful a playful nibble on that right ear, the one with the freckle and blond semi curl you’ll have to push out of the way with your tongue OOPs Damn these checkout lines always move to fast! Beep, beep
Kristine 2.08.08 ===================== |
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Standing Naked … A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson
My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain” Standing Naked in the Rain
Who Is My Same
Tie a string to an arrow shoot to the heart
Pull through the ticker tape parade of life
Sitting amidst the rubble still beats a heart
Age is a book of wisdom written in short hand to be read
Cover faded and pages frayed
Secrets hidden within a deep - love heart
Lift out of a pail of milk and honey with a silver ladle reserved for the best
A friendship tea served with delicate porcelain and cherry blossoms
Passions slipping out of silk kimonos
Beds of rose petals and boxed butterflies released
Low tender toned moans listened to with ear pressed to chest
Shy secret smiles hidden behind a fan cause a blush
Kisses sent by the wind that smell like after the rain
Gathering pools on the base of the neck Tickling, trickling,
Sudden intakes of breathe smoldering, shuttering
Who know the delights
when exploring the deep- love heart?
Kristine 7.14.07
Kaleidoscope Views
Crystal in a kaleidoscope falling from the sky
It rained the day you became my song
Drifting across me like a soft forest mist
I turn into your shoulder to hid a shy blush
When thoughts of our nakedness become undressed
Words drawn lines between long silent stares
They dance and dangle on a tightrope in space
Making it across the abyss of strangers to lovers’ intimate embrace
A potpourri of fragrant fanciful delights A future begins
The way, the wherefore, becomes the distance past
The here, the now, captured in desires touch
Sheathed in escalating passion ,the blending of souls
Intimacy born in a hot dark place
Tongues diving into pooled mouths capturing another part of you
Lips talk to me now I’m listening with my heart
Crystals in kaleidoscope form a beautiful design
Falling on me
Kristine 9/11/07
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A Tribute To Bill
A ball of fire in the sky We stood The heat burning the back of our necks He had come Bare-chested and barefooted A child again in a Georgia summer To show A special flag and commendation Presented to him He was young again and old at the same time A life Time capsuled Opened by a family’s treasured key A grandson The aging war horse had fought in 3 wars He listed them Easily slipping off his lips A world of experience Expelled in a solitary breath Summed up in one short sentence Struggles Hot days and nights Cold days and nights Sleepless days and nights Pains left to memories ache Leaving home Losing comrades Lost battles Each breath Fear Could be the last He had survived and seen much He had come through An unacknowledged hero Who cared his pride in quiet dignity Humility the guardian of his boast Today his pride had no such restraint A grandson Serving Special Forces in Iraq Who knows what it is To walk in combat boots Presented to him An American flag Flown high in Iraq Over battlegrounds midst With his own words of gratitude and worth For the man who stood as his example Foundation on which he stands Whose arm he has become in this fight The torch passed Not until A thank you, said To the man who was and is and will always be A hero in his eyes. Shirtless, barefoot the boy from Georgia Has past the torch Yet still stands proud of a grandson Wearing him, with honor, on his sleeve
Kristine 6.26.07
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Crocodile Christmas
Deep in the south, Christmas doesn’t matter It’s not reindeer we hear but crocodile pitter patter They aren’t up on our rooftops for all to see But lay in our swamps laughing with glee Crocodiles bring gifts but a few It’s on our limbs they like to chew It is Christmas trees we miss the most Palm tree lights are the best we can boast Snow knows better than to try and come here All we have are temperate temperatures I fear But strange as it may seem Snowbirds appear every year on the scene Though I’ve never seen them on roof top or on the ground It s in Florida I’ve been assured they can be found So I hunt the palm trees for their nest I guess if you can’t see them they’re not a pest But really in secret I think it is a “croc” How can you be a bird without a flock? Maybe those Christmas crocodiles have eaten a few Thinking they were plum pudding and Christmas stew I’m glad this Holiday the crocs are happy I haven’t been since found out Santa was my pappy Well, Christmas without Christmas trees & snow is hard to find But most of us year round Rednecks just don’t mind Since Rednecks on bikes are really modern reindeer Easy to spot on motorcycles spreading Christmas cheer Then there’s the decorated armada of Christmas boats You’ll see tinsel and trimming on anything that floats So it all comes down, not with snow, to this It is a bright and jolly season not to be missed We gather around with love ones to exchange a gift Sitting in shorts, sandals and sundress shift By jingle, it is a new tradition we’ll start It comes strait from a very full heart Laughter, food & gifts all the more we’ll do Say have you ever had Crocodile stew?
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Standing Naked … A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson
My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain” Standing Naked in the Rain
Morning Musing
Reflective pond looks back at heavens glory veiled receptacle of my tears
Shed upon this human domain in sorrow grief and toil
Beauty bought at a cost to great to know
Morning moon tell me why you stay past your appointed time?
Do you think you can give the answers to questions asked from ancient times past?
Light’s pupiled student you sit in the sky un-hid
to peer into days first light
A momentary diversion from rotating dizzying pace
Before it forms can you catch one tear before it falls upon my face?
Is that why you sit in your place from eons past?
Why you make your appearance on this early morning in pastel colored skies?
My heart wants to think you’re there just for me
Kristine ============================== VISIT KRISTINE'S WEB PAGE AT
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Standing Naked … A poet In Port OrangeKristine Torgerson
My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain”
Standing Naked in the Rain
Belonging
Stand naked with me in the rain Be a friend in my tears Hold my heart in your heart To hear its beating, the voice of it’s call Count the cost, is the price to high? Has your soul been forged in the fire? Your strength breaking through doors of lamentation Striping the veneers of vanities Hear my voice cry in the wilderness In midnight skies I exist over desert sands A desert bloom I have become for lack of rain The sense of my own being still holds true Yet none to see its radiant blossom or drink fragrant nectar’s sweetness Compassions song, sing in my ear Blanketing my soul in a mantle of mercy Then unsheltered no more I come to you Your gentle song has painted my desert
Kristine
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Received from Linda, Port Orange, Fl.
Nov. 13, 2007:
---- very nice addition to POI web site.
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My poetry is raw, unadulterated and unfiltered, through formal training. Experience has been my teacher and facing truth, my discipline. A souls’ uncovering of wounds with words and also its therapeutic balm. In sharing, my desire is to touch others who are brave enough and wish to unsheathe their souls and “stand naked in the rain” Standing Naked in the Rain
A Tribute To Bill
A ball of fire in the sky We stood The heat burning the back of our necks He had come Bare-chested and barefooted A child again in a Georgia summer To show A special flag and commendation Presented to him He was young again and old at the same time A life Time capsuled Opened by a family’s treasured key A grandson The aging war horse had fought in 3 wars He listed them Easily slipping off his lips A world of experience Expelled in a solitary breath Summed up in one short sentence Struggles Hot days and nights Cold days and nights Sleepless days and nights Pains left to memories ache Leaving home Losing comrades Lost battles Each breath Fear Could be the last He had survived and seen much He had come through An unacknowledged hero Who cared his pride in quiet dignity Humility the guardian of his boast Today his pride had no such restraint A grandson Serving Special Forces in Iraq Who knows what it is To walk in combat boots Presented to him An American flag Flown high in Iraq Over battlegrounds midst With his own words of gratitude and worth For the man who stood as his example Foundation on which he stands Whose arm he has become in this fight The torch passed Not until A thank you, said To the man who was and is and will always be A hero in his eyes. Shirtless, barefoot the boy from Georgia Has past the torch Yet still stands proud of a grandson Wearing him, with honor, on his sleeve
Kristine 6.26.07
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