Tuesday, September 13, 2011



After much thought I’ve decided to suspend this blog. I will leave what is here for the rest of the year so you might read the poetry I’ve posted as an archive.

I have spent some time on my book, and so Air Swimmer will be published by FutureCycle Press on or before February 2012. I’m also working on my mystery, and need to give it more time than I have in the past.

I’m beginning a book of Haibun poetry, and having great fun writing this new form, so as you can see, I’m busy.

I hope you are writing if that is your passion, and that you will join me on Facebook where I will be sending out messages as I seek to move forward as a writer.

Thank you for joining me here for this grand experiment, and I hope you will stay in touch.

Your Friend

Robert W. Kimsey

Monday, December 13, 2010

Thoughts from a snowed in writer

Once again I apologize for my absence. Family medical reasons have kept me away for longer than I have wanted. I’m working on my book, doing some hiking, and other "stuff" but this morning I’m trapped by the snow, so I have plenty of time for a cup of coffee and a muffin.

Have you seen the news? What’s going on? What have we done to our children? And really, did we need the news to tell us what’s in our faces if we will just look around? Why are they not getting the education they deserve? Why do we have generations of parents who are ok with kids quitting school or going on the dole because they are not encouraged to do anything else?
Why do we supply millions for weapons and nothing to fix the leaks in the schools and have up to date books in the classroom? Or is that billions?

Before you start waving the flag at me, I helped defend that flag, and I vote, so I have a right to speak, and let me be clear, I will defend this country until I am dead and gone. It’s almost Christmas, and why are children starving in this country and without medical assistance? Why are our veterans sleeping under bridges? You don’t see it? Well open your eyes! When I lived in Cincinnati and worked for the utility I regularly saw men sleeping near the big transformers not a mile from the city center. Why, well any science student will tell you that the electricity running through the coils in the transformers produces heat. That is any science student who is still in school. Most homeless men know more about insulation than the typical student.

I know it looks hopeless sometimes, but if everyone who is sick and tired of what we have done to Christmas would just spend a few hours at the homeless center helping, or at the thrift store sorting clothing, the world would be a better place for a few minutes.

A week or so ago I spent time with others, from my church, at the thrift store. I’m not good for much, but I can sort bags of donated clothing, and for a few hours we laughed and talked while we made a small dent in the bags. It’s wonderful to give, but then it takes warm bodies to get the things ready for the store, and listen, nobody is making a profit. The go back to feed the homeless, and a lot of the times the things are given away to the person in need. A little time there and the hope returns.

A country that treats its old people, homeless, and children the way we do needs to be looked at more closely. I don’t know many lawmakers, but I wonder if they would be ashamed if they looked a homeless family in the eyes. I wonder if they have seen the people sleeping on the grates in DC? I know there are good people out there. You know what kind of a person or child you’ve raised when they are willing to feed the homeless or donate a goat before they think about gifts for themselves.

We can turn this country around, by one person caring about another person, and so on.
Well, it’s my blog and I can rant if I want!

I know I’m not alone in this thinking, but I’m snowed in today, and maybe it’s not good to watch too much TV.

I think I have shared this poem with you before, but it seems appropriate. What will your prayers be this holiday season?

Get Up

Get Up
GET UP, you’re thinking about the game anyway.
You’re looking sideways at Janet Thompson’s legs

Get Up
Walk back the aisle. Don’t think about
the stares, the whispers, or the preacher.
Push open the double doors at the back of the sanctuary,
run down the limestone steps, across the flagstone walk,
past the parking lot full of shiny cars, and up the street.

Run to the corner where the old woman
sits on the grate, wipes the snot from her nose,
cracks the snow from her hair.
Walk up to her and beg her forgiveness,
rip your pocket off, and give her all the
money you have.

Just maybe then, you’ll really know what
to pray for, and what the truth is.

Monday, October 25, 2010

October Already!

What a wonderful last few months I’ve had.

It started with the completion of a bucket list item. I had planned a hike across Big Frog Mountain for some time, and the opportunity came along, and my friend Michael and I set out on what would be a few great days of hiking and an opportunity to camp on the top of the mountain. The weather was great with the only set-back being the dry springs after Double Spring Gap, so we had to carry water for the night and the following day until we made it to the base of the mountain and a good stream where we could filter water. I had one sip of water left when we finally found a clear deep place to stock up. I think the count on bears seen or heard was five. The night we spent on the top was highlighted by the coyotes coming into camp and talking among themselves about this intrusion.

My next adventure was a trip to Charleston South Carolina. I’m not shy about what writers I like, and Pat Conroy is one of them. Linda had seen an article in one of her magazines and had cut out the list of his favorite places, so we made it a point to see some of those. We walked south of Broad, and I took pictures of the houses, then we walked between the houses to see some of the hidden gardens there. I hope to find some poems in my notes and pictures this winter. We found the Blue Bicycle, a book store with a wonderful poetry selection. I could have spent the rest of the day there, but after awhile the looks from my traveling companions told me we had to move on. No, really they were very kind when I wanted to brouse or take pictures. Well, they had to be, because I did sit and watch the ladies run through the Straw Market. ( How can two people shop so much and buy so little?) Chalk that up to another difference between men and women. Oh, and I also visited Ft. Sumter. The ride out and the information was great fun. And if you want some of the best seafood, and a great place to eat it, Hyman's is top notch. One big disappointment. I went there mainly to see a ship just like the one I served on, but it was in dry dock, I didn’t get to see it, but heck what a great excuse to go back. Charleston is now officially one of my favorite places.

Last weekend Linda and I went up to Lake Cumberland and stayed at the lodge for the annual meeting of the Kentucky State Poetry Society. I had not seen some of those folks for a few years, and it was wonderful to see them. The highlight of my times with them are the readings in the evenings when we all sit in a circle and read until someone decides to call it a night and we agree. It is fantastic to see the growth and hear the new poems. Like all such societies KSPS is going through a time of member decline. I suspect it will change, but we as older poets need to get the word out that poetry matters.

Well, that’s just about it for an update. I wanted to get my book finished and my audio book completed before the end of October, but it was a good summer and fall, and I’ve collected some ideas that I think will grow into a poem or two. I hope you have also. The trees have turned here in the mountains, and while I don’t look forward to winter, I do look forward to putting words on paper and seeing what they become.

Guess you can tell it has been a good few months, by the number of "greats" I have used in this writing. Forgive me!

I’ve been working on this poem for some time, and after I left Charleston it came together for me. Maybe it will be longer, or maybe not.


What if there was a day
Long after I had seen you,
and you had come closer
Long after I realized it wasn’t an hallucination

After you had let me touch your hair,
We both realized it wasn’t the siren song, but love
That brought us back to the water’s edge.

Then with the kiss
The knowing that one would need to make the sacrifice
Knowing that the pain of the transformation
Could never be as bad as the separation.