The Way You Just Shine

By Kim Hazelwood

The Way You Just Shine underscores the touching beauty of nature and music. Mixed with pieces presented at the annual event for 100,000 Poets for Change, this concourse of verse is colored with humor and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Greenlea Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jun 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087969213

Book preview

Take My Hand

Because I love you through and through,

Here comes my personal revolution,

Ivy-crowned goddess glory~

Please relax here,

Among the Utopian velveteen love vibrations.

No fuss, no muss,

On the plush sofa of

Where the Dreamer begins,

The Universe

Envisions elbowroom.

For all that radiates within,

For all that remains sequestered,

Through closed-door cracks

With an unremitting view,

From millstone meanderings,

Of all things being of a piece,

For sweetened music in your worldly soul.

Take my hand for a while,

As we scatter to the woods in style.

Sizzling July

Mastership sigh~

Waiting for you and me.

Just you and me.

Circles on our hands,

Walking on ancient sands,

The café au lait venturer beach.

I’ve always loved summer-

But never so much as this.

The quadrophonic katydids.

The lingering locusts of August.

The humming percussion.

The dynamics, the sizzling hush.

In an operatic chorus of noisy characters.

Reaching the reedy climax

And then exhaling into infinity…

Vibrating, tiny castanets.

In early June,

The everywhere blooms,

Breathtaking, heartbreaking colors,

Vining their way to the soul of the season.

By August,

The outside air is just the gasp of a giant kiln.

And soon all ideas for baking cornbread for dinner,

Return threadbare and dog tired.

But in the early evenings

Of the dreams of July,

There’s a sleepy magic,

In little lamplight flitters,

Premiering in the darkest shadows of my backyard.

And just down the street,

A lilting melodia slips in and softens

The mood for forgotten flowers,

And the starlight

In my cool, blue night scarf.

A wonderment unseen before seeps

Deep within the nectar of night.

Sweet frogs serenade a silky solitude,

Telling you all you need to know about

The lullaby of leisure.

With a sweetness you couldn’t possibly imagine,

A host, a whole party of tender thoughts,

Coming your way.

Time

Time is the strangest wild thing,

Alighting sunbeam stages across a room,

A blue tango of shadows,

Through curtain couplings,

And dusk gold.

Creases near smiles of the past,

Cherished mind movie fragments,

Where photographs abduct the millisecond.

Where life blinks to behold,

To bear out the irrecoverable.

Time is a strange continuance,

A jazz jaunt,

For the gallery in the upper story.

Time~

With imagination of pain,

Is terribly long.

Time~

With no way to pace the pieces of glee,

Is astonishingly short,

Sharing the matchless love light rays of

Children and grandchildren.

Time and life and love in textures,

Fiery eyes and deep talk,

Romancing real affection

From the cuddles of a crazy about you, marriage.

Time paced on long walkways,

Round retrospection byways

Towards my soul all along.

Getting back to the original version

For so very, very long.

Not One of Us

Not one,

Not one of us has the right to be bored,

Dreaming what we’ve been imagining,

On this big, green, ultramarine, swirling marble.

The infinity from gateway glens

Near the trillion treetop singer’s warble.

Oh, the powerhouse of sweet music.

Love it closer,

Where brilliance itself forges ideas,

Where rainforest sprouts lift life to reverie and magic,

Where our own emotional lives twist and turn

Just to make us bloom cascading beams of gold,

Endless flowering.

Take a walk somewhere

On the girth of glorious Earth,

Where there are no undecorated spaces,

Just goddess-ness and inclinations of green.

Handsome sunlight perfection,

So honeyed and hopeful.

Lucky feet parading this earthen road,

The bliss-joy,

The augustness.

How can one not