January 12, 2012 by Kimberley
Upon your last exhalation I hovered
over your empty beautiful vessel
while the warmth of your spirit cloaked me as a
heavy woolen blanket. Our last
communication of love will remain in
existence within the very fibers
that constitute this being of whom you have
invested so many of your
days here upon this dusty soil. Our last
earthly consumption, to drink of your love,
your grace, your prayers. A spirit which has reached the
heavens on high yet continues
to linger within my soul. I aspire, hope
to walk that path destined eternally
Kimberley Formosa © 2012
Pellucid Peace by Dorothy Bruce
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January 5, 2012 by Kimberley
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November 19, 2011 by Kimberley
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Kimberley Formosa©2011
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October 16, 2011 by Kimberley
1
A young child
a grandson
two years old
sitting
in the front seat
behind the wheel
of a convertible
with the roof
d
o
w
n
the sun out
skies of blue
with Grandma
sitting
at his side
bounteous smiles
heaped
with love
Grandpa
at his other side
standing outside
of course
cause grandbaby
has it all
under control
2
pale with
reddened eyes
as though she slept
upon clenched fists
long unkempt hair
dirty clothes
her body crying
for more heroin
crying
I could feel her
writhing pain
in the middle of town
the sun out
skies of blue
she bent down
picking up a
ha
lf
smoked cigarette
we each caught
a glimpse of the other
she looked down
again
maybe in shame
I looked up
again
maybe with hope
and a prayer
for her life
3
There we were
crossing the
Hot Metal Bridge
all along
the entire span
were strung
red
white
lace
beige
teal
striped
purple
polka-dotted
black
pink
Photo by Ed Rieker for Aerie by American Eagle
floral
bras
bras in every color
every texture
every cup size
all strung there
high above
the sun out
skies of blue
hope gleaming down
wishing
breast cancer
far, far, away
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
Posted in Ethos, Poems of Hope | Tagged American Eagle, American Eagle Outfitters, Breast Cancer, Cancer, children, compassion, grace, Grandma, hope, Hot Metal Bridge, human frailty, inner beauty, mercy, pain | 2 Comments »
October 2, 2011 by Kimberley
For Mary Saflin who was 72, Kimberly Griffith who was 45, and her two daughters, Brenna, age 12 & Mikaela, age 8.
Five days after
their lives were lost
I drove along
Washington Boulevard
Loss hit me as I
Realized
Destruction
Benign
Debris strewn
Precariously
by Raging waters
in a place they
did not belong
upon grassy areas
in the woods
dry mud upon the road
where rain
had pelted the earth
whose belly
could hold no more
Swollen
Engorged
every weakness
Divulged
this road became
a wild
Phantom river
I cried
I prayed
I turned my head
and learned
just how high
those waters were
I wonder why the leaves survived?
the leaves of the bushes
and trees were
Painted by an
Artist of Death
dried earth
high upon the trees
there was one leaf
that had dried mud
only half way up
this was the place where
Devastation resigned
Tomorrow
rain will fall
Tomorrow
rain will attempt
to take away
Memories of today
wiping away
the bits of dried earth
from where
they don’t belong.
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
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September 11, 2011 by Kimberley
September 14, 2001
Jets flying
Tabitha Rogers, 8, carries flags while helping prepare for a 9/11 memorial.
Tears streaming
Hearts united
Hands held
Prayers rising
Candles burning
We are America
Fathers
Mothers
Sisters
Brothers
Rich
Poor
Stand together
Side by side
Helping
Caring
Committed
We are America
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
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August 24, 2011 by Kimberley
Without you.
loneliness
within
has claimed me
completely
which helps
this pen
to pour its ink
upon these
pages
words from a wounded heart
which has realized
the truth
of the years
which do not lie
the dreams of a soul
which has learned
to appreciate
Life size statue of a woman at Oak Grove Cemetery in La Crosse, Wisconsin
the bitterness
of the tears
which stain
my cheeks
Tis true
we lie our heads
down to sleep
under the same moon
Tis true
the sun rises
each morning
kissing the dew away
every day
without you
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
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August 6, 2011 by Kimberley
That is all it was
The Willow Tree Fountain. Chatsworth.
Just a few days
Not a lifetime
A collision of emotion
escorted by memories
strengthened by
loneliness
likened to the force
of a glorious fountain
wit and wisdom
immediately
smothered
the flow of life
Hope of affection
Fell incredulously
Deserved
Broken
Understood
Never to be forgotten
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
Posted in Love Poems | Tagged diamonds, dreams, hope, human frailty, inner beauty, memories, pain | 2 Comments »
July 20, 2011 by Kimberley
There he was
surprising me
with a wink
and a great
bright smile
of joviality
just a few inches
above the
eastern horizon
beckoning the
blackened
star struck
sky
to graciously
bear lovely
hues of blue
so my prayers
may bring
me back
to this desert
placed along
side the Pacific
as it thunders
upon its’ edges
sending breezes
to caress me
as I close my eyes
to dream
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
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July 3, 2011 by Kimberley
If there was anything more
I could have done for you
to heal the pain
that struck
your heart
the ache
your mind
the nightmares
your spirit
the tears
mingled with prayers
the betrayal of one
the youngest
that stole away
the beat of your heart
your hopes and dreams
the breath of your life
After walking
that long
dry
hard
path
with you
holding your hand
singing as you prayed
I promise to you
not to allow
the same
to happen
to me
Born from my womb
some stay
some stray
I choose to live
and love
to find the beauty
in every breath
She didn’t die
She stopped living
Then she was dead
Kimberley Formosa © 2011
Posted in Love Poems | Tagged dreams, emotional abuse, Grandma, hope, human frailty, memories, mercy, pain, prayer, spiritual abuse | 2 Comments »
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