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Across My Coffee
Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
It is, It isn't
Catherine
there was a dream each breath, ah yes the air had qualities (qualities) inhaling brought me skyward and I couldn’t decide eyes open or eyes closed? but the welling surged, like laughter posing a question... More »
Contradiction
Catherine
contradiction sung like an aria takes the stage, takes my hand demands attention, unavailable and the little drama tight throat, stomach lining acid etched in runes and emblems becomes even littler standing stock still washed... More »
Small Whirlwinds
Catherine
small whirlwinds, microcosmic fingers shaking in tempestarian daydreams and the bob, the tilt the undeniable sway, my head ripe, heavy, hand cupped lolls back, I let it fall fleeing the horizon that asks for only... More »
Symmetry, let go your Arrogance (Rewritten)
Catherine
A friend said I didn't give this poem enough fire on my first go (cheeky... but quite true:-) And being that there is a delicious irony due to the subject of this poem... I have... More »
Symmetry, let go your Arrogance
Catherine
symmetry let go your arrogance there is only life when something sways imbalance dares imbalance shows imbalance is, and is again the force that inks my poet’s pen the riddle that wets desires’ lips the... More »
Eyes Glued on this Child
Catherine
perfect imperfections skipping strides skipping rocks my heart, skipping beats deceleration completes its vivid circle and again I sit on my observer’s roost in motionless moment-ness eyes glued on this child whose tininess overwhelms for... More »
Feels Full and Free
Catherine
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
On a Joyless Day
Catherine
a song and a flavor I felt it where the cool sands shift a blue terry towel as big as my bed inviting me to lay down gently within tranquil turquoise ease settle in, settle... More »
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August 2008 