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Standing Naked …

A poet In Port Orange

Kristine Torgerson

Standing Naked … A poet In Port Orange

Kristine 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

 

Images by Kristine

Feb, 2008

At Ponce Inlet, County Park, Florida

click on images to enlarge

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         Kodak and Kashmere                       

 

 

 

 

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
 

's Kristine,   Port Orange, Fl.

 

 

 

Standing Naked … A poet In Port Orange

Kristine 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

 

 

 

 

Standing Naked … A poet In Port Orange

Kristine 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 Orange

Kristine 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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

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?

 

 

 

Standing Naked … A poet In Port Orange

Kristine 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

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VISIT KRISTINE'S WEB PAGE AT

Standing Naked

 

 

 

 

Standing Naked … A poet In Port Orange

Kristine 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

 

 

 

 

Received from Linda, Port Orange, Fl.
Nov. 13, 2007:
---- very nice addition to POI web site.

 

 

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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