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matin

matin

i rise
to sun dappled treetops
to emerald eyes
to soft rhythmic purrs
to coffee-infused air
to cool sheets
to softness
to light
to love
what a miracle it is
to be granted another sunrise
to feel my lungs swell, to sigh
to know that i am clothed
in this moment, grounded
in its sweetness, charged
to greet this messy world
in the afterglow of glory…
     may i be a blessing then
     as i have been so richly blessed
i rise
to a new day
like every day before
and every day yet to come
if the fates are willing
to sun dappled treetops
to emerald eyes
to soft rhythmic purrs
to coffee-infused air
to cool sheets
to softness
to light
to love

~kat


healing

healing

healing

i hold my breath
try to forget
my shoulders tense
then I remember
the sweetness
and my breathing
grows soft, healing,
like rain, my breath’s
like a kiss, soft, slow,
persistent

~kat


Today’s Blackout Poem inspired by this magnificent poem by Yesenia Montilla.

a brief meditation on breath

i have diver’s lungs from holding my
breath for so long. i promise you
i am not trying to break a record
sometimes i just forget to
exhale. my shoulders held tightly
near my neck, i am a ball of tense
living, a tumbleweed with steel-toed
boots. i can’t remember the last time
i felt light as dandelion. i can’t remember
the last time i took the sweetness in
& my diaphragm expanded into song.
they tell me breathing is everything,
meaning if i breathe right i can live to be
ancient. i’ll grow a soft furry tail or be
telekinetic something powerful enough
to heal the world. i swear i thought
the last time i’d think of death with breath
was that balmy day in july when the cops
became a raging fire & sucked the breath
out of Garner; but yesterday i walked
38 blocks to my father’s house with a mask
over my nose & mouth, the sweat dripping
off my chin only to get caught in fabric & pool up
like rain. & i inhaled small spurts of me, little
particles of my dna. i took into body my own self
& thought i’d die from so much exposure
to my own bereavement—they’re saying
this virus takes your breath away, not
like a mother’s love or like a good kiss
from your lover’s soft mouth but like the police
it can kill you fast or slow; dealer’s choice.
a pallbearer carrying your body without a casket.
they say it’s so contagious it could be quite
breathtaking. so persistent it might as well
be breathing                        down your neck—

Yesenia Montilla


Taking Time to Smell the Roses

No poetic words today, but did take some time to take in the yard outside my door. It’s the little things you know! 😉❤️🌺❤️ Have a lovely weekend!


a whisper

in the stillness
a whisper is music
to our ears, like
soft mist rising
after a storm

~kat


Magnetic Poetry-Original Kit


ash to ashes

ash to ashes

i know how it feels to stand tall like an
ailing tree, to push every ounce of life
from my core, to bloom on the outside
because that’s what trees do,
to dig my shallow roots into the clay,
to bend brittle limbs, to break,
with every gust of wind, clinging
to who i was born to be, though
imagining the dream has begun
to fade…i know…and yet there are
moments when i remember once
upon this fragile life, my head was
lush and green, dancing on the breeze,
golden sunrises and sunsets in crimson
and purple, starry nights, the moon
full and bright, how many seasons
i have weathered, how many autumns
practiced letting go, letting go, letting go,
how many winters rested in the cool,
crisp silence of new fallen snow,
how many springs, burst into buds,
blooming, providing shelter for nestlings
near my heart, rocking them gently
in the crook my branches, how many
glorious summers, ah sweet summer,
even now as i fade to dust, i revel
in warmth and drink in the cool rain
life has been good, life is good,
every day precious, every day a gift
yes, i know how it feels old tree…i know

~kat


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