Dear KOM-ers! We’re so happy to feature a new book giveaway for National Poetry Month!
Please enjoy this excerpt from “Wild Divinity” – a book of poems by Lynda Allen.
There are 2 ways to enter to win your FREE signed copy:
- Leave a comment below with your email address (so we can contact you)
- Email us at KOMWriting@gmail.com with the Subject: Wild Divinity giveaway entry
Winner will be randomly selected on April 22, 2019 and announced on our website and social media. *
Wild Divinity, Lynda Allen’s third collection of poetry, is a journey into life’s joys and sorrows, darkness and illumination. It witnesses the raw emotions and tender moments of life through the graced eyes of our inner divinity.
Poem #1: Wild Divinity
I want to live with wild Divinity.
I want the secrets of the night
to glow on my moonlit lips.
I want the scent of lavender on a warm breeze
to be my companion for a picnic in the summer meadow.
I want to hold the hand of God,
feeling the beat of Her all-knowing heart in Her fingertips.
I want to immerse myself in the mighty ocean
and celebrate each drop of water within her.
I want to be the perch for the hummingbird,
as he catches his breath for a moment between jousts.
I want to melt with the rocks in the heat of the Earth’s belly,
quietly awaiting my chance to soar, flow and transform.
I want to live knowing each moment is one I’ve never seen before,
nor will ever see again, filled with sweetness and sorrow, light and dark.
I want to be the ray of the sun breaking through the clouds
taking my own breath away with hope, possibility, warmth and light.
I want to be love,
unfettered and free,
tumbling and cartwheeling through the stone gray sky
like an acrobatic snowflake,
only to land gently upon your outstretched tongue,
and melt slowly into you.
Poem #2: Dusk
If she could pray, she would,
but the twilight robs her of words.
The mystery is so near it is all she can do to just breathe,
as it takes form
in the very air in her lungs that animates her being,
in the perfect, intricate design of the willow leaf
twirling in the breeze,
in the angle of the moon as it rises,
slightly more to the south than it was last month.
So tangible is the mystery in the fading light of day,
that it takes up momentary residence beside her,
its hand resting gently upon hers,
a friendship ancient and newborn
moving between them.
To be silent at dusk in the company of mystery,
her living prayer.
Poem #3: End Measured Mile
Three words on a sign I had passed dozens of times,
but never seen before.
End measured mile.
Not only words,
not a statement,
one that my whole being felt.
In that moment a shift.
Just like that.
One moment everything was the same,
then three words seen in passing,
and nothing was the same.
Every cell rearranged.
End. Measured. Mile.
Every single mile I had measured to that point,
every comparison made,
every place where I told myself I fell short of the mark,
What a relief, life without an odometer.
Nothing but open road.
A journey not to be measured,
but walked, run, danced, lived
with sorrow and joy immeasurable.
With each step unique,
what then to compare it to?
Unknowable distances yet to cover,
this one, alone in the woods, the only one that matters.
Until the next.
To end again where I began,
the only measure.
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