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Love’s Attire

Published September 29, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Clothe me in your body’s gown,

Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,

Through the years of solitude,

I watched the seasons change their moods.

High in the leaves of the old oak tree,

A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.

My restless spirit fills the air,

The mountain’s presence everywhere,

I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,

Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.

There is no pain or tears tonight,

As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,

Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,

And wait the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side is morning’s fire,

I will clothe you in my love’s attire.

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The Best Gift

Published September 26, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It was the best gift
I did received,
I was eight years old.
A beautiful illustrated book of poems
For children,
By Robert Louis Stevenson.
I read his poems over and over,
Pretending I was the children in his book,
And pretending I wrote the poems
As he did.
I still own this book,
I keep it in a safe place,
I still take it out,
Hold it,
And read the fragile pages
That expands my imagination.

Returning Home

Published September 25, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It is elevating to retrace my footsteps

In the direction of the mountains,

To gaze at the new fallen snow,

To witness the glistening of icicles

And how they form in the sun –

In my spirit I have returned home,

I fathom my journey at this moment,

And it ensued into a long-lasting one.

I appear as before in outward view,

A few more lines, a few more pounds,

A softened heart, I wear no mask,

And childlike notions—I allocated—

I outgrew.

In my own right on a midsummer night,

In my sentiment—mountains reminiscent of,

My muse arising depositing poetry at task.

By way of a pen—my contemplation

Obtaining shape,

My face against the wind,

My essence engaged in words realigned,

Together with a stillness of reason

And spirit unconfined,

Mysterious language assembling,

Selected in the same way

As a trusted friend,

In my spirit I have returned home.

Sweet Designs

Published September 24, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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I rest on my terrace and the sky is clear,

A few wisps of white clouds are drifting near,

I hear the splashing of water in the fountain nearby,

And the garden plants stretch higher each day that passes by.

The evening is warm as shadows commence their dance,

A light kiss from the wind for me and the plants;

It’s peaceful around me,

While birds do their singing,

A lovely chorus for me and

All who will listen;

Our GOD gave us nature,

And sweet designs from above,

I know that I Thank Him,

I hope it’s enough.

Your Touch

Published September 23, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Heal me with your touch,

Allow the warmth of your soul

To surge within me;

Be satisfied to love my yearning

For broaden familiarity of your expression;

Recognize me increased,

Exceeding everyone else –

In discerning complex mysteries,

Whose underlying identities elude not me;

Hold on to my love,

I seek merely your touch.

Colors

Published September 21, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Look deep within me, where colors rest;

Silent loveliness of maiden white lilies,

Pink velvet roses

glide across my cheek,

The blue bird sings a blissful tune,

Young desires of games in adventure still forthright,

Wild red flames persist to cultivate my longings,

Faith’s triumphs bringing unsullied tomorrows,

I carry yellow warmth of a seasoned heart,

A teller of new courage, my muse, my poet;

I gaze transversely the valley green,

What need is there for such eloquence

When our eyes behold God’s finest daybreak?

The blue and crimson sky alongside morning’s dew drops,

She raises her golden arms to earth’s realms,

Her brown earthy incense filling my nostrils,

Leaves on trees beholding shades of green,

Gilded silence of the glistening snow-covered mountain peaks,

Turquoise lakes sparkling in tranquility,

Colors deep within me…

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