a mother’s heart
remembers every sweet
moment; the sound of
her child’s laughter,
tiny hands in hers
to keep her warm
when she is old and they
have grown away

then the flowers bloomed
it was as if they didn’t
care that baring their
souls would only lead to
withering from a too hot sun

the wind whispers to me
in cool blue tones and
hot rose petal reds…in
sea spray, crushed moon dust,
purple rain forest misting…a
honey-sweet symphony
playing in my head and
i wonder am i mad
or just listening

remember eternity
is not here…it’s not there
somewhere…it surrounds
you in its brilliant embrace
when time stands still

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online

trees are made for the
wildest of winds
it is when they
forget, that they snap

i want to be
like a rose losing
my petals…a life
fully lived, tiny
deaths crushing me
in sweetness

i am charmed
by gentle moments…
little things

remembering when
lying was not a daily thing
i can’t…that’s no lie

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online