May 23, 2013

Grounded


They say  I am as dumb as a post. That I don't understand things.  I don't care. Posts are useful and purposeful.

They laugh in my face and throw rocks when I pass by. If  they only knew just how much I did understand…but I let them act like fools. A post knows its place.







May 21, 2013

Composition...


I am not of broken wing
trailing feathers on the ground
a smear of memory in my wake
nor do I hide in the shadows
in secret places undiscovered
by even the most discerning

I am not a cocoon
waiting for metamorphosis
to set me free
so I might flit from bloom to bloom
to drink nectar sweet
inspiring a poet to write
of gossamer wings and drunken flight

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I am of moon and stars
and the dust of red earth
scattered chaotically
across spaces marred by time
anointed by the grace of rain
to slake the thirst of wonder

I am of sun and wind
and whitecaps of the sea
where seabird shrieks echo
across the undulations
a fire burning on a rocky knoll
flames piercing the dark

ktn © 2013