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Thursday, March 03, 2022

Sprinkles of Angelblood

 
The Mighty Missouri, Longest River in the U.S.
Poetry by Kimberly Bolton, Jefferson City, MO
—Public Domain Photos



I followed in the footsteps

of October
all the way through December.
I waded deep through January snows,
and shivered with February’s chilblains,
til I came to the sheer drop off of March,
where the trees stood holding their breath in suspense,
and the wind blew, searching every nook and cranny
for spring,
filled with the expectant elation of the common flower
left to bloom alone in the woods,
as if brought to life by a sprinkle of angelblood,
as silver as rain.
 
 
 

 
 
HIGHWAY

This highway I travel today and have driven so many times
in past wanderings on my way to somewhere else,
where others, in their cars, trucks, SUVs, RVs, Porsches,
Harleys, Fords and Chevys, go their own way to wherever it is they go.

This highway, was once a thoroughfare,
was once a road heading out of town,
was once a prosperous trade route,
was once a rutted wagon trail,
was once a backwoodsman’s footpath,
was once an old animal path through dense woods.

It is a route on a modern day map
that saw millennia of generations leaving,
on foot, by wagon train, by bus, or moving van,
some never to return,
while others felt compelled to come back
to the place where their journey began.

I think of them as I drive this lonely stretch of highway near sunset,
and I think I see them out there,
ghosts in the twilight, traveling along with me through a landscape
of buried memories and a past, which when it sees my headlights
coming at a distance, vanishes beyond the hills.
 
 
 

 
 
STORIES

My stories belong to hills and hollers of my ancestors.
My words push up through the earth,
like slow-growing trees,
trees that tell the stories that are never finished,
as each descendant pioneers its own generation.

Memories move over these hills,
chasing each other through the fields and woods,
reminding me where I came from.
Where I’m going.
Where it is I may end up.

The wind picks up the thread of each story
it has continued to tell for millennia,
looking to find a willing ear.
 
 
 



ALL OF POETRY I EVER WROTE

All of poetry I ever wrote grew up in this town by the river
that moves with ease from past to present,
wrinkling in the sunlight as it rounds the bend toward the future.
Sometimes I don’t think I give the river due credit.

The river speaks to me, fills me with words, luscious and sweet,
dredged deep from its immortal soul.
Its beauty and its beautiful words touch my soul,
the way a chalice of wine touches the lips.

The river says drink your fill.
The river tells me I haven’t said nearly enough yet.

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Today’s LittleNip:

Storytelling is the most powerful way to put ideas into the world today.

—Robert McKee

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We celebrate Jefferson City, MO poets this week, as we welcomed Michael Brownstein yesterday and Kimberly Bolton today—both fine poets who are most welcome in the Kitchen, even if they DO still have snow on their boots to shake off onto our welcome mat. Hey—your snow is a pleasure to hear about! We could sure use some of our own out here in the West! (For more about the Mighty Mo, go to www.legendsofamerica.com/mo-missouririver/.)

This coming Thursday at 7pm, Poetry Night Reading Series in Davis presents Michael Melody with Spencer X. Rico and singer/actress Gabrielle Battista. Open mic after the readers (four min. or 2 items). John Natsoulas Gallery, 521 1st St., Davis, CA. Please mask your vaccinated selves before entering the Gallery. Host: Dr. Andy Jones. Info: www.facebook.com/events/627486974980865/?acontext={"source"%3A"29"%2C"ref_notif_type"%3A"plan_user_invited"%2C"action_history"%3A"null"}&notif_id=1645777416148073&notif_t=plan_user_invited&ref=notif/.

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—Medusa
 
 
 

 








 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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