Poetry – KaylaAnn

Poetry

Progress

August 12, 2019July 28, 2019 kaylaannauthor

The blank page

Beckons while the cursor

Blinks, menacingly. It’s

Waiting for my coffee

To be drunk, for my laundry

To be folded. Pandora

Beeps.

Asking, “Are you still there?”

Demanding immediate action

Yet I remain

Unmoved, attempting to

Wrangle thoughts that

Struggle against constraints

Yearning for freedom that

Lies beyond the

Open window.

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One Regret

August 5, 2019July 21, 2019 kaylaannauthor

My one regret:

That seed of bitterness buried deep in my heart

I try to forgive, try to forget

But you were supposed to protect me, not break me apart

I choke on weeds when I think of your name

Feeling pierced by thorns when I see your face

When I wake at night, heart dead in my chest

As sobs cycle through, chasing away any chance of rest

My vision runs red, as I struggle, not knowing what to do

Wishing to blackout, just so that I can stop thinking of you

It’s hard to forgive, it’s hard to forget.

That you will always be,

the one who abandoned me,

My one everlasting regret.

thorns — Thank you @https://unsplash.com/@kellysikkema for your wonderful photo.

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Poetry

Write

July 22, 2019July 18, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Write,

Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.

Write,

Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.

Write,

Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say

I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah

I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes

Write,

Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.

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Poetry

Home

July 17, 2019July 11, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Some of the base molding is missing

and there are small cracks in some of the walls

Dents from previous tenants

And putty-filled holes

But to me, this house

Is our home

In this place,

I lay down by your side

And awake to see your glorious blue eyes

Here, we love and laugh and play

Here, we exist in our own little world

Wherein you are King and I am Queen

And I would not have it

Any other way.

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Poetry

The Rhythm of My Heart

July 15, 2019July 15, 2019 kaylaannauthor

The clock has truly run down. Today is the day and I

can feel my heart, not thundering, nor pounding,

but persistently

thump

thumping

in my chest

So ready, so willing, desperately desiring to finally take that walk

Where my destination will lead me to the place I have always wanted to be

I was told there would be butterflies in my stomach,

but I can feel them fluttering away inside my chest

thump

thumping

along to the rhythm of my heart

I know that somewhere out there, you are taking your place

Our family and friends are settling in their seats, as music begins to

play that sweet melody. It wafts through the air, it’s my signal.

I hold tightly to the arm of my father, and as I round that corner,

the world fades, and all I see is you.

And all I hear is the

thump thump thumping of a heart that has always belonged to you.

Thank you for capturing this moment on my wedding day! Photo credit goes to A Touch of Soul Photography (aka best photographers in the world)

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Poetry

The Virtue of Reaching Out

June 22, 2019May 17, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Thrown to the ground

In nothing but a sheet

She shivers, trembles, and shrinks

Into the hot sand

Wishing, praying, begging that

it might swallow her whole

Harsh voices raising, roaring,

Accusing, Branding, Charging

Spit and spittle splatter

Flung against her face

Rock rumble in hungry hands

Waiting, wanting, to be thrown

Then,

He is there

Extending, Offering

A Hand

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Envy, there is kindness.

Kindness is the act of showing compassion or mercy to someone who may or may not deserve it. Kindness can be shown in small or large ways. This poem was inspired by the kindness that Jesus showed the adulteress in John 7.

Happy Writing Everyone!

***Please be aware that I am currently reposting past blog posts as I am gone on my Honeymoon (woohoo!) and will be unable to read, approve, like, or respond to any comments until I return in late June! I look forward to seeing you all again soon!***

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Poetry

The Virtue of Time

June 21, 2019May 17, 2019 kaylaannauthor

What is the passage

Of time

Except for

An opportunity

For Growth?

Image result for patience art female — EnCarlo Dolci – Alegoria da Paciência , 1677 (portrait of a woman as ‘Patience ‘)

Patience is the ability to accept a delay or an upset without responding negatively. Patience, in my opinion, is one of the hardest virtues that requires we see patience as an opportunity for self-growth.

Happy Writing Everyone!

Poetry

The Virtue of Never Giving Up

June 20, 2019May 17, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Ink splatters

Expelled from the

Force of the Author’s Might.

Paper tears

Punctured from the

Pressure of the Author’s Mind.

Lead fractures

Cracked as it is

Compelled by the Author’s Hand.

She will not stop.

She cannot stop

Until the job is done.

Perseverance or Diligence can be seen as refusing to back down or to give up even in difficult times, but to continue on until the job or task is complete.

Happy Writing Everyone!

Poetry

The Virtue of Giving Away

June 19, 2019May 17, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Small hands lift high

Seven loaves of bread

A few salty fish

Hardly enough to feed

Himself.

Yet, he does not

hesitate

To offer it all

For the sake

Of another.”

Charity can be seen as the act of giving. However, in a more Christian-centered defition, Charity is love and kindness toward others, even if they do not deserve it. Aquinas attributed Charity to the love of God. This charitable poem was inspired by the act that took place in John 6.

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Poetry

The Virtue of Wanting & Waiting

June 18, 2019May 17, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Waiting

Is far different than

Not Wanting

Waiting

Is partial, temporarily chosen

Abstinence

Waiting

For blush, blue bouquets

Cracked oak wine barrels

Yards of lingering lace

Blue skies with slight breeze

A veil that flutters beneath

a Diamond-encrusted tiara

That is discarded at night

Once the waiting is over

Waiting

Is far different than

Not Wanting.

Chastity is the state or practice of refraining from extramarital, or from all, sexual intercourse. In this poem, I really wanted to focus on the point that chastity is not necessary having no sexual desires, but it is all about choosing not to act on them.