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The poetry that follows is taken from each one of my newsletters – enjoy!

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From April 2014 Newsletter

I Heard You

I heard you call my name last night
Felt your hands
Run down
My body
+++Gentle caresses

I heard you call my name last night
Felt your kisses
A succulent reminder
That I was safe
For you would never
To destroy

I heard you call my name last night
Allowed each word
+++You spoke
To cling to my ears
Embellish me

I heard you call my name last night
And I drank you in
+++And I languished
+++For as long
+++As you permitted me to
Before your
Gentle pressure
Let me go

I heard you call my name
Last night
And today
+++I am

© Kim Friesen

From May 2014 Newsletter

Gentle kisses you drop upon my eyelids
As the smell of your rosemary shampoo
I breathe you in, deep
Captivated by your delicious scent
In the serenity of our love
I am exalted and empowered
Free to be in this moment
By a well of ideas
That spill forth now
As I close my eyes
By thoughts of where
This next chapter of my life
Will take me
I stare in amazement
At this beautiful non-judgmental soul
Before me
You were placed into my life
And for this I am honored
Sounds of a raven’s cry
The rustle of discarded petals
And the resonance of ducks swimming nearby
Sprinkle down upon us
And your eyes focus
+++From my lips
Steadfast you listen
Until we are besieged
By the thunder of cars moving fast in the distance
A dog’s bark
And children’s gleeful laughter
We pause now
As you pass a blade of grass over my face
And I look up to you
And we once again
Are scooped
In our private moment
Of gratitude
Caress each other’s bodies
Arms entwine
In this snippet
We were gifted
Before the real world
Our bodies and minds once more

© Kim Friesen

From June 2014 Newsletter

“This poem I wrote less than a year after my stroke. The poetry I wrote during this period I admit is a bit despondent. What I wish to impart when I share it though is that no matter what road you are on in life, it can be pulled out from you in a heartbeat. I don’t recognize the person speaking here. My advice is that if this happens to someone you know or love, lean in a little closer. My life changed on June 9, 2003 – some have been good changes and others have been ones that really made me pause.”

<span style=”visibility: hidden;”>+++</span>I look at you
And no longer see
The light
That used to shine out from inside of you

The flicker
I once thought
I could ignite
Has disintegrated and now lays in embers

I don’t think
I can ignore
The feeling
That fills me now
With the knowledge
That no matter how hard I try today
The book of matches I once used to use
I can no longer pick it up
+++For I am paralyzed

© Kim Friesen

 From July 2014 Newsletter

“This poem I wrote in the last few days. It’s raw, may need work in your mind, but every time I try, it won’t let me change it. It’s like my computer has a mind of its own. This is a challenge to show me and you that sometimes enough is enough. Sometimes you just have to let it fly . . .”

I The Voyeur

The baby’s chubby, pink fingered hand
Extends upward
Grabs onto the bright silver chain that dangles
Off the ruddy neck of his Daddy
Both faces are lit up like Christmas trees
Both their eyes sparkle
Baby’s toothless grin spreads wide and full
As Daddy drops love filled kisses
Across his baby’s delicious, plump cheeks
Momma’s brown eyes shine back at Daddy
From his baby’s face
And he is ever thankful

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

Momma’s sits in the kitchen
Holds her breath
A stifled cry
She stares straight ahead at the stack of mail
To where her husband’s orders lay
Her soldier’s been requested
She doesn’t want to let her husband go

She can’t express a word right now
As an ache in her hearts overtakes
Slow tears begin to trickle
The sound of laughter from the room next door
To the emotions that she feels

Daddy hears his wife’s soft whimpers
Holds his baby to his chest, solid
Takes this last second to pretend
That no one else needs him
Breathes in deep and seals his child’s scent
Into every cell of his body
While his baby giggles with no comprehension

Hopes are dashed
The white picket fence grayed
Dreams are squashed
Echoes of memories
Will replace this scene tomorrow
As the large flag in the front yard blows
In no permanent direction

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

Speed forward a few months
Where somewhere in another country
Beside a landmine
Daddy’s dog tags lay
The glint of the silver chain is no longer present
Just a heap of a body remains
Once a man, once a daddy, once a husband
A single boot turned on its side
And a few yards away
Beside a gun
Lays the helmet still intact
The face, unrecognizable
Another voice has been silenced

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I wish I could’ve saved him . . .

At home the mood is festive
Until the precision of the knock
Two large soldiers encompass the door well
Sharp and non-emotional
Their visit is one that no wants
Momma’s hand now on the door
Legs give way
And she collapses
As the torsion in her heart strangles
She cannot breath, she cannot speak
Her body shakes
A wife she is no longer

Infernal descent
A cloudless sky
Dark and disheartened
A child’s bike
Lies on the ground
The squeak of the wheel as it turns

A wife’s sorrow
A child’s innocence
A flag now flies at half-mast
Shattered hearts
Shattered dreams
Shattered pictures lay on the floor
With faces that continue to smile

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

“Baby, you’ll know soon enough”
Momma whispers into her baby’s ear
Her eyes turned inward
Her soul’s on fire
She hugs him even tighter
A life sparse in pureness
Daddy left with no last goodbye
Soon the questions will haunt them

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

A funeral procession
A flag draped across the casket
The scrunch of Momma’s eyebrows
Dressed in black
Head to toe
A hat and veil to hide her
Her teeth are clenched
As a guttural moan escapes
She tries to hold it back
But it takes on a life of its own
Her emotions rob her of wisdom
She shudders though she is not cold
Like a fish
She feels gutted
People stare
Shake their heads
Her face is pale
Her smile is pasted
Her eyes are distant
No doubt lost in another time
She needs to escape what she couldn’t foresee
How can she live without him?

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare. . .

Fast forward now, a few months more
A cesspool of madness
The flag that was flying is now in shreds
A shell of her former self
Momma’s shadows of strife defines her
The stench of their house
Unmade beds
Red rimmed eyelids
Emotions run rampant
Like the glasses and dishes that lay discarded
She stares ahead
As her baby’s fingers on his perfect hand
Plump and pink
Reach upward

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

Soon days are years
Yet the song of sorrow still sings, destructive
Despite its staleness
The wreckage of love
Branded on Momma’s heart
Leaves questions for her baby boy
Now a child

Lines have emerged on Momma’s face
Too early, she is haggard
Filled with misery touched by torment
Projections of that horrid day
Are constant

Trapped is how her baby child feels
Inside he boils in anger

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

The baby child grows fast and strong
A teenager he becomes
Piercings and tattoos of destruction
Cuts on wrists
Posters of pure hatred that decorate his wall
The crucifixion of his life has flourished

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

Seasons change and that day arrives
That Momma has long since dreaded
Realization and vocalization
From her child caught in hell
Daddy doesn’t live here
Why did he fight a war
That left a war within his family’s heart

Her child stares bewildered
Asks questions she can’t answer

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

Years they pass
Time can’t stand still
Momma’s little child now a man
Reaches for his Momma’s hand
As her feeble arms reach out to squeeze
What little strength she musters
He looks at her
And shakes his head
His voice surrounds like velvet
Promises he’ll stay with her
That he will not desert her

In the silence
Deep into the night
They talk and cry and listen
The faded picture
Of her one true love
Momma pulls from her chest
Her baby boy stares wounded
Ancient tears
Like a tap he drips

He never thought he’d still feel the love
For someone long since departed
So Momma’s boy
Does what he’s yearned to do
And let’s his arm surround her
He holds her tight
Won’t let her go
He is her world
She is his too
They promise each other

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

So fast forward now
To one fine day
When Momma’s little boy comes to say
I’m now a dad
And from this you’ll see
That from my little girl’s eyes
Daddy stares at me

I the voyeur feel my insides quell
I can’t help but stare . . .

© Kim Friesen

From August 2014 Newsletter

I will always find
My way back to
No matter if others
Try to take me from
With words of conflict and lies
Or if I appear to stray
You need never worry
Know I am here
Always in the back of my mind
Will be the goal
To find my way back to
For your
And love
For me
Is steadfast
As is mine for
Forever I am tied to you
For eternity
I will look for
And I will find
+++Soul mates
Wherever you are
Your belief in me
Words of wisdom
I hear
That person
Who has never tried to make believe
A world that does not exist for me
I adore you
And for this
I am thankful
Are a gift I will not let go of
Will forever humble me
I will always fight for
As I know you will always fight for me
For no matter
Tries to take
Away from
In physical or emotional form
Will be there
Just as
Will be there for

© Kim Friesen

From September 2014 Newsletter

My Heart and Yours

Child of the desert
No mother, no father
You stand there
Encircled in other children

Distended bellies
Bodies of bones that protrude
Beneath a mere sheath of skin
Shock my eyes

I breathe inward

Flies upon your face
Feast upon starvation
+++My heart anguishes

Who tucks you in at night
Under that tree
Or in that decrepit mud hut?
Whose arms keep you warm
And offer you
The reminder that you
Are loved
No matter?
Who tells you it’s okay to smile
When devastation surrounds you?

I stare openly, dumbfounded
+++My heart stumbles

Unimaginable violence
The Genocide
Penetrates your life
To eradicate you

So many lives will be
Before yours
+++My heart convulses

Eternal displacement
Not only from your family
But from mere existence
+++My heart fractures
No one seems to acknowledge you
Encircled in a sea of sand
Stillness surrounds you
+++My heart yearns to understand
As a flash in the distance
Lights you up
As though fireworks were set off
The sand explodes
And rushes upwards
Catapults to the ground
You stand helpless
As shell casings
Land so close to you
I see your hair blow
As river of blood slithers
+++My heart beats faster

Your world
You grow up too fast
Your body frail
Yet your wisdom boundless
You crouch behind a tree
+++As the pain in my chest deepens

I so want to change your future
Yet sit here helpless
Or thoughtless or something in between that I try to comprehend

From one human to another
I love you
Tomorrow this could be your heart
And in this moment
+++I cry with you
My western world may appear bleak
To my sometimes repressed Western world

Yet both fragile
To either
Heart attacks
Cystic Fibrosis
The list is endless

My heart
With your heart
Yet forgotten

© Kim Friesen

From October 2014 Newsletter

Hold onto my heart
+++As it all
+++But disappears
+++Into the depth of hell
+++The cavernous retreat deep inside of myself
+++As I stare face-to-face with lies and heartache
+++Twisted moments I can never reinvent
+++Stagnate yet cyclic as they churn hurt upon me
+++I feel my breath sucked out of me
+++My life derailed from passion and hope
Let me heal

Hold onto my heart
+++As all I have come to know
+++In the outside world falls away
+++As I try to release my struggles
+++And receive your love and kindness
Stand with me now, encase me in your strong arms

The wane
Disperses aches that seem endless

Hold onto my heart
+++As silence
+++Encapsulates me
+++Damage surrounds and tries to overpower, repugnant
+++Despair tries to eradicate my emotions
Hold even tighter to me, please

Pull me towards you now
+++Hold onto your surfer riding this wave of discovery
+++Wipe the tears that flow
+++Take heed that the venomous words I speak
+++Are not yours to own
+++Let my healing begin
Seek comfort as now grasp you tighter
Know that this is
All I ever wanted
+++You beside me, strong
Stand with me and witness to my transformation

Share in the good will
Stand with me in this moment
And let the deep love I feel but have never expressed
Surround us both
Remember that
I have always been
And will forever remain

© Kim Friesen

From November 2014 Newsletter

Your love trickles down upon me
Bridled with the exquisite scent
Of flowers
Reminiscent of a Hawaiian rain

Your invitation
Signals a promise
To eradicate my fears
And possess me in ways
That no one else has ever touched me

Your movement provides comfort
Fills my soul with sights and sounds
An overflow of ecstasy
As I am encompassed
In a halo of light

Strong and passionate
You grasp me
As my body collapses
In a dazed and confused
Yet comfortable
State of mind
I am left helpless
A mere wave in your ocean of delight

Expert hands paint a canvass
Of what my life looks like while I lie in your arms
Drizzled in excitement
You dress me
With feelings
Of compassion and completeness

Your willingness
To unlock me
And delights me
Forever in this moment
I choose to remain

© Kim Friesen 

From January 2015 Newsletter

The Beach

Sun baked sand squishes beneath my naked feet
As I rake trenches
To expose the moistness

Perched upon a cavernous log
I am both captivated and contemplative
As I gaze ahead
Breathe in a slow and delicious breath

+++++. . . Pause . . .

The sounds of nature
Frames me, unified

My mind
Is forced of any thoughts
As I am distracted by what is before me
A wet desert that leads
To nowhere
To everywhere
All at the same time
The ocean
Smooth as a piece of glass
Yet rippled every now and then
With large bubbles
And small bursts of minute waves

Pensive I sit
Filled with the knowledge that life exists below this expanse
A mirror of those feelings and emotions that live inside of me now
That I can not
To you

Raptured in tranquility
Sweat beads on my brow
As those pocket-sized waves
I’d seen earlier
Now lap against the shoreline
Soon, I know,
They will try to lick my feet
And I will smile

I look up and see that the sun has started its slow descent now,
Its slip into another place
To warm another’s soul

The call of a seagull right near me, enfolds
Reminds me that I must leave here soon

I fight this
Remain a little longer
Intent to submerse myself even further into this moment
To live the authentic me
In touch
With my feelings
With my thoughts
With my being

© Kim Friesen

From Volume 2 Newsletter

My Pause

Hold onto my heart, please
Let me disappear
Into the cavern of my being
Where I will venture and explore

+++The time has come to regenerate
+++ And despite the fear
+++ I promise you
++++++I will allow myself to to be permeated

Hold onto my heart, please
Capture each fresh, new tear that falls
As I try to let go and receive
All the enrichment that lies before me

+++The time has come to regenerate
+++ Yet, despite the hollowness I feel
++++++I will breathe and dig deeper and trust that I am home

Hold onto my heart, please
Care for me during this silent descent
Allow me to tether from your fingertips
So I can dangle in the ocean of hope that exists inside of me

+++I will regenerate

Let me burrow into my secrets
Comfort the little girl who is always inside of me
Break down walls and barriers that others erected
Be still in the moment and draw the strength that is needed
I promise
That when I resurface
My love for myself and for you
Will be
+++Better directed
+++To become
+++That person
That I knew one day
+++I wanted to become

© Kim Friesen

From Volume 3 Newsletter

Your face like porcelain
Taut and translucent
Delicious and dewy
A resplendent vision before me
So assured

Eyes cast forward
Divulge such frailty
A lost soul
Who searches

My heart feels your pain
It clenches, restless

The sound of silence
Tries to bring you to your knees
Dissolve you into a pool of emotions, blinded

My mind searches for a bridge
Down the corridors my thoughts travel
To the room
Where the boat is perched in safe harbors
I pull it towards me

I promise
I will not let you go, like others
A warrior
I will defend you
Destroy the demons
Intent on your obliteration

Your mouth turned downward
Makes me yearn
To paint kisses
Dripped with love
Across each wrinkled crease of woe
I so want to hug you
Allow my heartbeat to encompass you
Breathe into you the scent of hope

I want your soul to smile with mine

My limbs begin to
As I watch your fist shatter the mirror
Among the tears
My legs
Like the fabric doll
My auntie made for me
When I was five
I try to hold onto something
To prop myself back up
But the floor’s surface
Beckons to overtake me

My heart beats, thunder
As my eyes
Like a stopwatch
The drops
Of blood
That rain downward
As your hands drop to your waist
And you stare forward

I try to reach out to you
But my arms
Are paralyzed
As the room begins to spin

I remember the dandelion you picked
That spring day in the meadow
How you blew softly upon the feathery pieces of fluff
“I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight”

Shallow breath
I am drawn to look at you

What do I even have to offer you?
Am worthy?

You turn towards me
Our eyes lock in a stare
As a single tear
From your eye
My heart, eternal

Spasms of apocalyptic nature
Erupt inside of me

Sounds rings through my ears, vociferous
Reminds me I am still in fact alive, buoyant
Hands grab hold of both of us
As we are shrouded
In this moment
Upon this cliff we dangle

Is your life flashing before you eyes now?

“Hush a bye baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all”

Voices interrupt
Their clamor violates my thoughts
As muscled arms
The feather
That floats in a spiral
In front of me
I watch, mesmerized
As each letter to each word
To every sentence
Attempts to penetrate
And threaten the life line
I witness
As the unknown begs, blithe
To the silence
The warrior


The glare of the hospital lights, incandescent
The ugly beige curtains, drab
The hospital bed sheets, twisted
The sounds of laughter, palpitates in the hallway
The realization that nothing has changed

Foreshadows from the past?
Predictor of the future?

Checkmate in the game of life
You stare at your hands
As I stare at you
No mirrors close by

The snake in the grass slithers
Parting yesterday and tomorrow
Only you can answer
If it will take you away

© Kim Friesen

From Volume 4 Newsletter

I Love You

I write
My time
I say now
What I should have said

+++ I love you

For today
For tomorrow
For always

+++ This is my promise
+++ The vow that I never personified
+++ Yet now I do

Forthwith I will savor
Each stroke
Each breath
Each movement
You radiate through my life

Forthwith I will allow you to
Illuminate and penetrate my soul
To remove the shadows of doubt
That once used to tether

I will not treat you
The way a spoiled child treats
An over abundance of Christmas gifts

I will
Revere you
Amaze you
And perhaps the most important gift

+++ I will love you

Unconditional, non-selfish, supportive and demonstrative

+++ Always

© Kim Friesen

From Volume 5 Newsletter

Goodbye. Hello

The stand of trees protect me now
Shafts of white light
Reach down from above
To surround and
Illuminate me from within, brilliant

As I sit in this moment, absorbed
I remember
The silent cry of goodbyes
Which once used to torment me
So many
By people
Who I thought I mattered to
Only to find out later
I meant nothing, robbed

Today though
Yet another path
A new fork in the road
Calls my name
And I
Walk towards it
I reach up to the sun rays
Reminded how warm they are

Another adventure awaits me
As a door shuts in my mind
And I leave behind those fractures of people
Whose fissures once tried, in haste, to dissuade me

A smile filled with courage
Spreads across my face
As I take the step to move forward
Down this new path
Stretched out before me
Without fear
Of the future

I am ready

I walk upright, tall
Let my nostrils fill with belief
Heart opened wide
Surrounded in the knowledge
That experience
Will make me thankful
That the stand of trees will protect me, always

I move forward
To embrace you

© Kim Friesen

From Volume 6 Newsletter


Inspired by Gwen Stefani’s Song – I Used To Love You

The door opens
As a lump forms in my throat
Drips of irony splash at my feet
Mixed with
The feeling of wanting to flee

To greet your face
+++A face I had dreamed about
+++But wondered if I’d ever see
Feels as though the past just crashed into the present
It roars
A tidal wave of emotions tramples my mind
As I try to cover my ears before the
Of my heart song

I stand exposed
Caught off guard
My veil of concealment having done a face plant
+++Damn you

“Suitcase, band-aids, pulling back out the driveway . . . I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you?”

Words that need to be spoken
And dissect
My inner fortress
Each bricks begin to shake, agitated
My mind races
Trying to catch up with
The cuts you’ll surely attempt to make upon my words
Can I trust you?

A jigsaw puzzles lies before me
And I can’t help but think where that first piece is
You know
+++That one that always gets you started
I am befuddled
No longer at peace with my day

Why is this happening?

I try to envisage what your thoughts were then?
What they might be now?
You act so composed now
Yet, I know you . . .
Inside you are dying

You could never fool me, could you?

Remember that I’m that one that never judged you

I wish you never chose to lie to me, of all people
I wish you thought I was important
To put me in the same arena as those who judged you
Still stings me to this day
Makes my insides curl, contort
Concurrent with the fact that I know you know
That a shred of me drowned that day that I walked away
Lost I was
Within your ego’s demands
I was forced to leave

What we would have been . . .

I lay cut open before you
And still wish you did not have this effect on me
+++Damn me

“I think I just remembered since the first time that I hated you that I used to love you”

Severed in this fragment of time
I feel raw
And know I need to leave
Before I once again say something
I will regret
+++You know I’m good at disclosure
+++Letting all my feelings out
While others stay silent
+++Don’t you

This time though
I was with another
They saw you when I wasn’t looking
They spoke to you
They almost slipped up
And said those words
That would have gutted me:
“She misses you”
They know I need you,
Especially right now

Words won’t come easy for me today though
+++That I was your loss
+++That it was never the other way around

So, I catch my breath
And walk away
Before you
End this moment

I later was told it was right then
That your smile faded
The smile you easily shared with me
That surprises me
Were you, perhaps, invested?

Is this song over?
Have all the words now been written?
Have I hit ever note for every chord?
I will allow you to judge . . . 

I walk away
Into you
Once more
On the same day
In a separate part
Of our town
This time
Even closer
I can almost smell your perfume
I don’t remember your eyes looking so kind

“I give up!” I thought
You always could get to me
Couldn’t you . . .
Our destiny
You hugged me
I hugged you back
I said I missed you
I know you knew I was shaken
I held my head higher
You said you missed me too

But then today
of letting my words tumble out
+++Clowns in a clown car
I grab hold of those tiny fragments of my heart
Reserved only for you
Taking a labored breath

I was the best thing that ever happened to you . . . I don’t know why I cry”

© Kim Friesen

From 2016 – Volume 1 Newsletter


Eclipsed moments
+++Shadowed by age
Cobweb that piece of me
We left to wither in the graveyard of my mind
Until this moment

Words once spoken
+++Rise up; death reborn
As I close my eyes tighter
Desperate to purge and eviscerate
All that was said between us
Reminders of every word
+++In each sentence
++++++That fell
From my tongue that day
Are set on an endless loop
As I feel my insides clench
And my frail hands reach up
Urged to clasp and smother;
Erase both truths and lies that I spoke to you

Yet today
I know well enough
That I alone cannot tame them
That without you they will
Mingle in the outer circle
Of the words that may never be spoken
As I sit here alone; I tremble; solicitous
My envelope of memories perched, precarious
Next to a vision
Of a jewel encrusted golden sword – luminous
+++It waits
On a large, square granite stone
Its handle pointed towards me
I hear its silent call
Placed to prompt and tempt me
To pick it up and swing it
To eradicate that piece of self-hatred
To sever these recollections for eternity

+++A juxtaposition
+++A cross road
+++Tiny bridges that I didn’t think I could cross over
+++Call me
Open, exposed, fractured, broken; undeniable
I visit the blighted pictures in my head
Sift through them
Despite the discomfort
Tears fall, unhurried
As I let them
Stain my cheeks
As life’s mirror reflects
That which you do not know
Failed attempts that I shattered
Before I let them touch you
+++They were intent to define me to you
+++Even though they held no truth
Stranded and abandoned by others
+++I drowned you
And watched as the last time
You went under the water, with such ease
Though at first you flailed
Unaware that
You were forsaken
I turned my back, so you could not see my face
Gifted with sacrifice
+++No one taught me how to trust
I picked myself up and with a wind of words
I turned and pushed you out of my life
I watched you as your belief in me was eradicated
Like a dried, crusty, colorless leaf
Fallen from the mighty oak
I picked you up and watched
As my fingers slowly crushed you
+++I reveled
In the feeling of dis-compassion

Of surrender to conflict, to a path well worn, familiar
+++To return to my fortress that I’d built years ago
+++To possess and protect me

Tonight though
As I stare
At the rocks that mark your virtual grave
+++I marvel now how each of them
+++Seem to teeter

© Kim Friesen

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