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A Child’s Play

Published July 31, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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I watch you play upon the stairs,

Lost in your childhood games,

Built by your imagination,

With freedom and no restraint.

Today you are a sailor,

The captain of your ship,

Sailing on the ocean sea,

Procuring a long summer trip.

You sing a song

That you have loved,

Words of an old lullaby,

You sing a song on the stairs today,

Singing loud—you’re not shy.

The stairs are now a jungle,

A land that you explore,

With a monkey and a zebra,

A tiger and a vicious wild boar.

You pretend you’re on a skyscraper

High up in the sky,

Playing like you’re really there,

And wishing you could fly.

Once again, you’re hungry,

Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,

You’ll be a chef in your own shop,

There’s not much time to stop.

The stairs are now a cherry tree

In your own loved backyard,

With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,

Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.

The stairs yet again, a mountain top

Reaching high into the sky,

But all too soon, it’s evening time

And now, no more time to climb.

Your Masks

Published July 29, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts

Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,

Dreaming a joyful dawn, a gem of love,

And bonds given by hours of a gentle work;

You guard your soul knowing each mask

Stands alone and strong, seeking the selfsame,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the masks you wear and sanctioned;

Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free in peace.

Balance – Lost

Published July 26, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Willow branches sway

Taunted by wind’s heavy breeze,

Night’s black encompassing blanket

Ushering in silence recalling madness;

Suspended laughter drowning memories,

Songs prevented on closed ears,

Flowing tears traced on forgotten faces,

Anguished hearts crushed by desolate paths,

A shriveled wasted hand extended—

Grasping, recoiling; disappearing into the blackness.

A sliver of hope—

Promised in a single breath,

At conception;

Now, the balance — lost,

Greed lurking in earths’ corners,

Waiting to blind

And gift-

Lack of empathy;

Silence echoes madness.

An Old Woman

Published July 24, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,

there sat an old woman

completely free,

humming and singing

an unfamiliar song,

with sounds so sweet

and words not long.

Her white sun-kissed hair

blowing like a running mare

on the tails of the wind,

and her tan leathery skin,

draped with a dress

vibrant in colors

and apparently unpressed.

A spell she cast on me

as I sat near,

how lovely, how serene,

with smells of sweet flowers

awakening in the spring.

A warmth filled my soul

as I closed my eyes,

how peaceful was the

never-ending blue sky.

I could stay there for hours,

no time was addressed,

I had no where to be

and,

I needed the rest.

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Remember

Published July 24, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Remember –

When we went to that lovely German town,

We walked the cobble stone streets,

And gazed into the store windows,

And shopped in the boutiques –

The town looked like a painting by Rockwell,

Remember –

The German food,

And all the laughter,

And the silent nights,

Remember?

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