Saturday, January 17, 2015

Nature's Assault


penetrating with violent force
howling rage and anger
you came

a sound track of wailing
ripping, tearing
shredding and splintering

a weakness seeking missile
twisting limbs broken
intent on destruction

screams
trailing and whimpering
to the apology of sun's caress

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Questions Of Lies


facts on bloody fire
against action spread
circumstance my aversion
withheld memory my crime

let me confess
loathsome caresses walk
between the silence stitched awkwardness
and the questions of lies

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New Adventures In Clay


Last year I felt as though my creativity had stagnated so I thought trying a new medium might get the creative juices flowing again.  I decided to dip my toes into the world of clay and recently started a six week pottery class to learn some of the basics.  With two lessons under my belt I am still trying to figuring it all out but am having so much fun in the process.  There's something deliciously tactile about working with clay and I'm excited to see how my love of texture transfers into this new medium.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Bird Diary

The way starlings fly and travel in such large groups fascinates me although it can be a little eerie when you see a huge cloud of them descend nearby. 
 

These guys have been hanging out on our pear tree and eating their fill.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

The Beast (blackout poetry)


the beast
so much wretchedness
to describe or imagine
deep absence detested
the burden upon my soul
still my tormentor came
breathed terror
happiness disturbed

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Blackout poetry from page 22 of Edgar Allan Poe's Tales of Mystery and Madness illustrated by Gris Grimly

Sleep Laden Lashes


full stops litter a wordless sky
as white flakes fall like stardust
shaken from sleep laden lashes
with darkness closing
in peaceful solitude


The past several weeks have been spent staring at a blank screen.  I'm hoping it's just a passing phase and that the writing will flow again.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Setting My Intention: Transform

 
As 2014 draws to a close, and I reflect back on the past twelve months, I’m left with a sense of stagnation and underachievement.  Flicking through the pages of my journal the reason is clear, for a theme of constant pain screams loudly from its pages.
 
There has been an MRI, x-rays, degenerated and herniated discs, sciatica, facial nerve pain, migraines, night sweats, night terrors, blood tests, chiropractors, physical therapy, steroid injections, weight gain, tiredness, anger and frustration.
 
Interestingly, the word I chose for 2014 was 'Breathe' and there were definitely times when it was as simple as that . . . all I could do to carry me forward . . . and in the breathing I found resilience, a welcome travel companion.
 
Despite all this, wonderful moments managed to weave their way through the year too like publishing my first book of poetry, celebrating 15 years of marriage, going to my first ever concert, a visit to the UK and time spent with family.
 
Each New Year brings possibility and renewed hope, a blank slate, and I wanted to choose a word that would encourage movement, change and growth.  Noticing a white feather by my side gave me an idea.  I wrote words on pieces of paper, folded them up and threw them in the air . . . the one which landed closest to the feather would be my chosen word and it couldn’t have been more perfect.  So the word that will accompany me throughout 2015 is:
 
transform
: to change in form, appearance or character
 
Have you chosen your word yet?

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas


Wishing you and your loved ones a truly magical Christmas or (insert other holiday). 
 
Thank you for your friendship, your visits and comments, they have meant so much to me.
 
I look forward to seeing where 2015 takes each of us.
 
Mistletoe Kisses
 
Kathryn xxx

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Mining The Obscure








navel gazing turns distant
sinking inwards
unearthing wormholes existence


while wonder
swirling featherless
mines the obscure


and I'm left wondering
if dark matter matters


if my world is whirling
or if it's me that's swirling

motionless
in the whirlpool of life


trapped circling the absence

of everything and nothing

 
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