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ALL IN A DAY by Kim Buskala

At times I feel words are rushing at me…

Unable to get them all down on paper in time before they are lost memories. Panic replaces the calm, what must I know? I remind myself to let go, just breath, if all is important the words will reappear. They are never truly lost. Only at times I feel like a ship lost at sea. Ideas too many. Conversations with self.
Painting by  by Tomasz Alen Kopera

All in a Day
by Kim Buskala

Stop for a moment
Let me catch up
The dance that you dance
Is two steps too fast

The coarse that I am on
Is ready to crash
Hook line and sinker
I'll catch me a catch

A phrase a sentence
A letter away
Scribble it down
All in a day

With subjects
there are many
Issues to cover
Recover
Discover
Do not delay

The seeds have been planted
They are ready to grow
I am sure what emerges
Is something I know

Others have interest in
The knowledge you hold
Get it on paper
So it can be told

Over and over
The story unfolds
Like the napkins the linens
The sheets in a drawer
What more can I say
There is so much to explore

What knowledge I know
That didn't exist
In my mind
Is amazing
I must make a list

The day is fading
Sunlight is dim
Candle light blows out
In the wind

I breathe
I take it all in
Dream a dream
Of where I have been
Monday Dream by Vladimir Volegov 

Kim Buskala: “I consider myself a free spirit, I fly by the seat of my pants. I have always known that I was going to be married and raise some awesome kids. That I have done. Married to a most forgiving, funny, loving man for thirty-one years and counting. I have also been privileged to stay home and raise two gorgeous daughters ages twenty-four and sixteen. I love nature and all it has to offer. To travel the seven seas from coast to coast, becoming one with culture is always a dream. Jamaica is my happy place where I feel most accepted and at home with myself and others. Africa is a place my heart longs to be, some day I will return and dance to the beat of their drums.” You may connect with Kim via Facebook here, or e-mail her: kbuskala@yahoo.com



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