Kathy's Poems - 3 for Monday, April 20, 2009

The Cryptic I am cryptic Because I am not Perfect To spell it all out Would surely cause doubt And I think I want you to see The person I am Trying to be Sign in to see full entry.

Words I never thought I’d try at This Or give or take this way But when I Lose Control And even the p en Moves itself Along the page How can I But r ead the words And wonder If it Helps Sign in to see full entry.

Enlightenment I cannot Think Of anything To write I must be Fighting The truth Enlightening Myself Is just Too frightening Tonight Please Turn out the light In my head And Please Tell me A ‘princess story' Instead Sign in to see full entry.

The Cadence Flitting From My epiphanies To vague remembrances And clichés Rehearsing What I was Trying to say Yesterday Insisting In an ironical way That it make sense I didn't plan To write a verse A story Or a song But the cadence Forced my hand And the poem Went on Sign in to see full entry.

The Pest It’s on the march again Tonight With a commanding Army of words It's ready To do battle With my Inattention span I know the plan - Just when I’ve Already Turned out the light It relentlessly Proffers the verse And soon It begins to rehearse The cadence too It invariably Offers its’ very... Sign in to see full entry.

Once I have lived in the Past For most of my life Since I was a child While I was a wife One small moment I was here In the present I found some Space I smiled And I left This place Once Sign in to see full entry.

Dark Past The rain is Falling in Through countless holes In the ceiling Of Every room And even In my dreams I thought that I was healing Though I am hiding But it seems like The past Is calling me back And chiding That I Will never be whole The darkness is revealing Everything I lack And obscuring... Sign in to see full entry.

Identity Then who Do I Think I am Now that the past is no longer present And I have nothing left To forgive or resent Do I retain the me That I used to be She is the past Yet she is part of me OK She can stay because she still has a say In who the woman is Today But if I am to be free I shall have... Sign in to see full entry.

Gears Another drifting poem About shifting Gears It is risky I fear I will be Stuck In reverse Even though I struggle To get there In the first place I try not to race Toward the familiar Easy Neutral Ground Sign in to see full entry.

Stillness Stillness... Because Time is Passing And maybe Life Is Passing me by I try to put it down I have not found The answers Or The meaning The stillness Is profound Sign in to see full entry.

Chilling Everything is new again I do not feel the pain Yet still it is Chilling Chilling To remember Where I’ve been Sign in to see full entry.

Finding Myself To discover Who I am Seemed profound Now I go around Just trying To Recover From What I know Sign in to see full entry.

Reconciliation Odd How Reality and truth and Time Seem vague and blurred And appear in A pale yellow shade Like A faded picture Of myself Forgotten on the shelf A little out of focus And certainly Not sublime Or So easy to see Or Helpful to me When I try To reconcile the woman With the Youth or... Sign in to see full entry.

Maybe Maybe I’m trying to Go back Or Stay there To fix what is broken And make it Care For me again Or did it Then Sign in to see full entry.

A Plow If this is true No wonder I’m blue No wonder I’m stopped In my tracks Trying to fix or rewind The facts Instead of accepting All that it lacks This house This town Old things a ll around Maybe it’s ok To not stay Anymore I need to be i n the now Anyhow All of my pain And all of my stuff Will... Sign in to see full entry.

Alive So Let the past Reside in the poem In the prose Let go Of the clothes The papers and baubles The insensitive foes The petty squabbles Put it aside At last So at your repose You will know You’re alive And Living In the present Then it will be all right To die And Feel Ancient Sign in to see full entry.

Busy I think of myself as an artist But I have no time for art Only time for mindless Tasks And fixing mistakes I made in the past So I can make them again And avoid the possibility Of Being And Creativity - Finding happiness At last Sign in to see full entry.

The Observer Is the woman The observer In me Can clearly see Someone You Knew When You were me Is that Why She thought You thought I was Fat Sign in to see full entry.

Naught Harder Than I ever Thought To move to where The Past Is Naught Tiny increments Of gain Blurred Amidst A wash of pain The present Is blocking My way Again Sign in to see full entry.