Category Archives: Poetry

Heartstops  (encounters into and out of love)


1.

the edge of my peripheral view
caught a glimpse of you
drinking me

i dared not return your gaze
for fear of succumbing

piercing intensity
branded the nape of my neck

trembling waves of air
fluttered wisps of my hair
as you blinked

2.

hair on end
arcing to brush
your aura

when not
by chance
we touch

then try to pull
away like mercury
colliding

3.

breathless
sublime
smile

remembering
rapturous refrains
tracing
swelling syllables
through
my
soul

4.

the wind
played its part
wooing when
seconds past
your passing
bore your fragrance
seizing me

5.

you exhaled
in close proximity

i turned
inhaling deeply

perchance to share
the moist warm air
that once filled
space inside
of you

6.

fleeting images
embosomed

pale light dancing
on luminous skin
scintillating splendor
soft tossed hair

time eclipsed
in memory
if ever my soul longs
i find you there

7.

aching distance
taunts my senses

scents startle
shadows hound
voices mimic

daggers pierce
my soul

i bleed
kat 2001


Living in the Moment Part 6 – rites of time passage


no matter that
the dawn is fading,
ticking tock into mid
day, I am persuaded
to indulge my heart,
to stay a spell, to
drink this dance of
shadow play full swig,
sweet honey dribbling
down my chin…to linger
a bit more, my spirit
needs to take this in!

kat 2015


lunacy

From the archives…a poem written in 2001…

grass

if you were brave
i could tell you who
i really am
jot my truths and epiphanies
like a grocery list
or like laundry, wet and
beleaguered hang
myself out to dry
it is troubling…normal
doesn’t fit my vocabulary
or my soul
call me lunatic
manic or insane but
i have noticed
the same wind catches
some leaves of grass
leaving others unmoved.
kat 2001

when you ask me to pray…this…

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no ceaseless pleas
for favors from
a deity beyond, nor
simple conversations
‘tween some small
imagined voices, nor
yearly rites of gluttony
and sport peppered
with thanks, no final
utterance, eleventh
hour recompense.

a wisp of breath
more subtle,
effortless in present
tense, embodying
the senses in a dance
of elements, where
answers aren’t the
aim and questions are
irrelevant, this is the
prayer I pray for you
with utmost reverence.

kat ~July 22, 2015

(This poem was featured on Women’s Spiritual Poetry Blogspot on August 19, 2015)


…but love


it is hard not
to judge you judging
me, though Love calls
me to turn my cheek
to hand, to bare my soul
again and then some,
suffering darts of pompous
intercession from log-filled eyes,
my tainted flesh assuming.

but Love will have the final
say, and glean the mild sheep from
the gloating goats.

here veiled ‘neath mantle of
pure Grace and nothing
more, to tremble from
self-righteous charity, to
offer cheek to hand, my
soul to bare and not to
judge…and not to
judge…and not to
judge… but love.

kat ~ july 20, 2015