This page is dedicated to published and unpublished poets.
I am Kim Phillips-Morgan, a poet from Montgomery, Alabama. The loudest voice in my writing comes from a life-time living with mental illness. My poetry also comes from a vast array of experiences, from Montgomery to Atlanta and, finally, Guatemala. This collection contains four pieces including a bit of darkness, a little love, some Borderline Personality Disorder and HOPE. I am pursuing the publication of a chapbook, as yet Untitled. Thank you for letting me share with you!
Pulling you from here to there, from black to white
Skateboarding across a zebra’s stripes.
Asking, asking, asking
Tugging you back to me.
This is a love song from me, baby,
Full blown dancing on eggshells!
There is a tree where hope lives
And breathes and has its being.
I sit among the branches and make my nest
Of blue feathers and leaves of dark green,
The fragrance of hope blooms every spring,
And in the bleakness of winter
I look out from my nest knowing
Hope is flowing all around this beautiful tree.
There is a field where peace lives,
Dreamers love to inhale the flavors of
Dirt and grass, sun and sky, breezes---
That soothe even the darkest of souls.
There is a river
And this is where salvation
Flows freely, equitably.
Its waters shape the rocks and stones,
Our hidden histories revealed!
The river tugs gently, relentlessly
Upon my simple being,
Leading me alongside the fields of Peace
Nearby the tree
Where Hope lives.