There’s Nothing Like King Street


After a delightful morning of wandering down King Street and through the farmer’s market with Stephanie, I got home feeling unexplainable sacked – exhausted.

Rejuvenation was found in a page, as it often is.  But this time, in an exploratory mood, and under the injunction of Fred and Leslie, I chose to journal with watercolors and pencils.  I began sketching, in poor imitation, the flowers from the market.  I scribbled the word “friend” between the flowers and a “V” bird that I drew above – so many friends have flown away as time demands.  Without my intention, the word “END” rose out of its enclosure in “friend,” a different font, a larger point.

I think that even in the midst of spending time with a new friend – doing my favorite things – walking along a waterfront in the sunshine, perusing a farmer’s market and nursing a cup of coffee…

I couldn’t help but recall the deliciously, lingering memories of the ends of Olympia’s Farmer’s Market, living life and getting drunk on coffee with Dana, sniffing smoked pepper at Burt’s Spice Emporium… so that even in the body of new experiences, flows the life blood of old and precious memories.

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7 thoughts on “There’s Nothing Like King Street

  1. smart thoughts.

    Good Evening:

    How divine when you come to poetry potluck,

    Week 43 is free verse week, submit 1 to 3 random poems, enjoy the fun!

    Hope to see you tonight.

    xoxox

    blessings as always.

  2. A beautiful painting you painted my friend with your words… I could feel it all, in the living I live….

    Thanks for joining in the Poetry Potluck WK 43, which I am hosting for the first time, this week. Hope you have enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing you next week too with your lovely poetry…

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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