Kimarie Manhart-Freeman: Self-Taught Poetess and Writer

Kimarie Manhart-Freeman is a poetess who delights in the Romance genre. Her work is unconventional, with a flippant disregard for the traditional constraints of written poetry. Life experiences wind their way into her works without shame or remorse. She makes the reader feel as if they are invited to her sitting room, sharing tea and chatting in strictest confidence.She retells her private life to readers in poetic form to share, uplift, commiserate and befriend, nothing more. Kimarie believes that it is the feeling, not the form of a piece that captivates. Her work is rich in imagery. It is decadent in it's frequent use of antiquated phraseology intermingled with witty modern day understanding. She believes in doing everything with passion, and it is evident in her many works. She is highly opinionated and non-apologetic about expressing her views. She is a follower of Jesus Yeshua ; and is active in Messianic ministry. She lives in Easton PA, with her husband and family. She has a small catering business that offers comfort and exotic foods; and delightful baked goods. She can be contacted at cardamomtea66@yahoo.com.

Long-Traveled Rain

I smell the crisp and coming rain,
suddenly it falls upon my face,
It's drops trace what it touches,
drops in dirt making a mud lace.

Earth's scent in my nostrils expands,
So oddly musky and deeply provoking.
From The velvet ground in my hands,
surfacing worms come up poking.

Trees stand like pillars for the sky,
holding it up with zealous praise.
Leaves swaying and filtering light,
as I look through them and gaze.

Leaves a canopy for sky top frogs,
swimming in green rain-made pools.
Below primates coax bugs from logs,
with simple sticks that became tools.

Myriads of creatures in mass profusion.
the soil, water, and flora do protect,
I cannot fathom their great numbers,
and could not even begin to project.

Sea rolls to shore on carpets of sand,
with small offerings of it's vast contents,
teasing and changing the coastlines,
of earth's slowly changing continents.

Schools of fish flash like quicksilver,
tempting the sea monsters that wait.
Arising from the depths abruptly,
fish now caught are delivered their fate.

Beneath sea and on the land far below,
mineral and gaseous brews concoct,
sending liquid metal and ash in the air,
while nearby lifeforms are shocked.

Volcanic seeds feeding the clouds,
producing earthen-made showers,
Quickly building to tropical storm,
that travels up the coast for hours.

Breathing in I now smell the coming rain,
and inhale earth's life into my core,
the weary rain that rests upon my face,
long-traveled, now visits me once more.

by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman

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