the plane lands,
but this place isn't home,
just concrete and dirt
until I feel the warmth
of your hand and your kiss
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About Me
- Kristin Riggs
- I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this. "My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1 Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.
arrived
ReplyDeletethis vacant dock
this silent terminal
but when I hear your warming voice
I'm home
Welcome home, Kristin. _m
Welcome back Kristin....Missed your warmth around here :)
ReplyDeletenice poem,
wishes,
devika
A very warm poem, Kristin...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, loving, warm, sensual...you have such a perfect way of expressing your love, good girl :)
ReplyDeleteYou guy is very lucky!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got home safe and sound for the big city.
Beautiful words..:)
ReplyDeleteTake care
oh! this is really wonderfully written!
ReplyDeletewelcome back and warm greetings...:)
ReplyDeleteSuch tenderness, a real beaut!
ReplyDeleteLovely tanka poem! ;-)
ReplyDeleteall my best,
Alan
Alan's Area 17 blog
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