Poetry from a Collection by Marie and David Kime

entitled

“Join Hands: A Sisterly/Brotherly Odyssey”

A Beautiful But Mixed-Up Kid

Marie Kime

 

(Of Marie’s poems, this is David’s favorite.  He read it at her funeral in November 11, 2005)

 

she drinks her coffee black and

never feels a lack of

loving sounds of joy of

 

singers in peacock blue tutus and

   red leather jackets and

white lace tights

 

all around the town she goes

     knowing her rights

       as a voting American Citizen

 

in sight of thinking and bringing

   her red, white and blue

    silly butt

 

home to the ballet, then

    to her Bro—friend’s

    exhibition-

 

ing her mind in pretty, profound words

 

    bird:girl

hair in twirls

cares for gray-wrinkled people and

kids playing violins nicely

 

ice-cubes whirling in green glasses

at clubs

swirls of smoke rings of

gold and silver

 

and doting a bag of

nail-polish– many colors

taking notes in class

in school of Dorian mode and

 

dancing wedding cakes and

multi-colored water-filled balloons

soon to make strawberry jam

with dear little brother

 

cheering up on chocolates and

cigarettes and

hoping for her significant other

 

Mr. Sir drinking Pepsi

from leopard fur-lined tea cups

Bird Chant

Marie Kime

 

Feathery cool in green trees

high in branches sing

bright colors flying blue

through the sky, welcome spring.

 

in earth’s dance of birth

creatures move in time

bird whistles sound out melody

light upon song through rhyme.

 

in strange shape’s dance of death

creatures falling down

touch the earth to rise again

chant out ancient sounds.

 

colored sky dreams

look upon the earth

sing, chant feathery dreams

and

                          enter her rebirth.

 

 

 

Village

Marie Kime

 

         dogs barking wildly!!!

         ‘tis a full moon!!!!!!!

 

shall the nymphs and

  fairy elves

    go out

                 wandering and

    searching for

a unicorn???????

and wishing and thinking

and bringing her absurdness home

 

again, with a friend

in panty hose sheer heterosexual ecstasy

of ponderous angels=

heaven-scent of roses

and lavender——

missionary paradise

for a couple of mixed-up

and beautiful kids!!!!!!!