Katrina Kaye
I fall
with the weight
of absent arms;
paralyzed
in bleached sand,
praying to
feel secure
hands again.
It has been
oceans since
we last touched
but you are
never more
than a breast
stroke away.
And, as we
meet on the
crest of white
cap, I wait
for tides
to change,
for current
or wave
to prevent
my return
into you.
“Breast Stroke” is previously published in the collection, my verse…, published by Swimming with Elephants Publications, LLC in 2012.
Katrina Kaye
In the face
of absolute beauty
I find helplessness
forfeit.
It makes me want to
give up all I know,
all I am,
everything.
I am not a creator,
I am witness bystander.
I am stripped blind,
groping cold in darkness.
I am undeserving
of such light,
and powerless in
its presence.
Truly,
if there was a god,
is a god,
if there is light,
it is in melody,
I settle in awe,
sulk to silence unable to discern
the transcendence of song,
words mean so little.
“Melody” previously published in the collection, my verse…, published by Swimming with Elephants Publications, LLC in 2012.
Katrina Kaye
Wood, bone, steel,
are easier to bend
than the unseen.
At least this is how she felt.
No wall,
no gate,
no line marked clearly
in dead, brown dirt.
Yet the boundaries were
claimed long ago,
and the consequences,
outlined in the eyes
of fatherless children
and the creases
of blood caked knuckles
tightly weaving
wooden beads.
Our Father’s
whispered in remorse
can’t reclaim immaculacy
or breathe life
into aborted chest.
Inscribed doors
sway open,
attempting to reclaim
a wayward soul,
but persecuting eyes,
form unyielding barriers.
The reflection of
stained glass colored
her skin long ago.
The circling stations,
familiar faces murmur
Sunday morning’s story
of pink and pearl.
As a child,
she could recite all their songs.
“Resurrection” is previously published in the collection, my verse…, published by Swimming with Elephants Publications, LLC in 2012 and one of the editions of Adobe Walls.
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