Photo Credit to Photo Bucket
i’m polished and
pressed and coifed
to a “t”, can’t mess
that all up, i am
what they see.
yet there past a
raindrop bidding me
“come” is an ankle
deep puddle just
looking for fun.
my head’s in a
spat ‘tween my heart
and my soul…hey, that’s
two against one, can’t
resist…here i go!
kat on a rainy friday in june 2015
There are days when waking
is an effort. Routine
and muscle memory spins
into overdrive piloting my
extremities…mechanics in
motion, this and that and
then some, only to find
myself parked
behind three walls, cubicled,
computer screen prompting, blood
rushing to my gut as I
realize I don’t remember
how I got here. This is
why coffee at the
office is not a mere
perk, but a necessity!
kat – June 2015
There have been three deaths in my circle of friends this past fortnight. It has seemed a numbing spiral from grief to grief to grief. And so…a poem to help me process…
Death comes to call in waves,
it seems, unsettling
the shifting sands beneath
our wobbly feet;
each ebb and surge might
topple us and suck
us out into the icy deep.
How grief’s sad wail on wind assails
our fragile sanguine view.
A siren’s dirge, our angst to purge,
can’t set our course anew.
For gaining ground and moving
on are not a certain end.
Sometimes one needs to pause
a spell, to breathe and take it in.
When faced with terse mortality
no soul escapes unscathed.
Remembering our ash-smudged brows
the dust from whence we came.
So hurry not for comfort’s sake,
full sorrow’s dreadful course.
When time stands still ‘tis time one
needs, and space, and little more.
kat ~ June 2015
Sun’s radiant glow
fuels my swelling joie de vivre!
Mondays need a boost.
kat ~ 22 June 2015
in times like these, when good
and evil clash, when fingers
point and bleating sycophants cry
foul to sway their witless
devotees…I find it wise to bite
my tongue from adding
to the mad cacophony…
to pause
selah
…and squint through swelling
tears on bended knees, perchance
to glimpse one single bloom
amidst the weeds.
kat ~ 21june15
