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A Child’s Play

Published November 11, 2015 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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I watch you play upon the stairs,

Lost in your childhood games,

Built by your imagination,

With freedom and no restraint.

Today you are a sailor,

The captain of your ship,

Sailing on the ocean sea,

Procuring a long summer trip.

You sing a song

That you have loved,

Words of an old lullaby,

You sing a song on the stairs today,

Singing loud—you’re not shy.

The stairs are now a jungle,

A land that you explore,

With a monkey and a zebra,

A tiger and a vicious wild boar.

You pretend you’re on a skyscraper

High up in the sky,

Playing like you’re really there,

And wishing you could fly.

Once again, you’re hungry,

Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,

You’ll be a chef in your own shop,

There’s not much time to stop.

The stairs are now a cherry tree

In your own loved backyard,

With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,

Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.

The stairs yet again, a mountain top

Reaching high into the sky,

But all too soon, it’s evening time

And now, no more time to climb.

(painting by: Kathleen Stevens)

My Muse

Published July 20, 2015 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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A midsummer night-

in my sentiment,

My muse arose-

depositing poetry to task,

A contemplation obtaining shape,

Essence engaged in words realigning,

A spirit unconfined,

language assembling,

selecting words the same way-

as a trusted friend-

by my muse, I write.

(written by: Kathleen Stevens)
(painting by: Kathleen Stevens)

Your Mask

Published June 6, 2015 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Your mask covers your being-

like darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your mind seeks the world with penetrating eyes-

undisputable waves, persuaded glances,

A vanity inside your heart abides-

building fragmented exhibits

like slivers of shattered glass

reflecting dual faces-

Dusted with suffering,

Prolonged anguished moments,

a whirling frenzy, a heart running-

thoughts and longings,

Winged hand-in-hand with dreaming-

yet,

You guard your soul-

knowing your mask keeps you

Standing alone-

a safeguard-

evolved and amassed-

holding little understanding;

your mask-

Leads only to emptiness,

A prisoner-

inside your encased world mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand-

slaying your treasures-

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned-

allow love and tranquility to be released-

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free in peace.

Remove your mask-

And give love a chance.

(Painter: Kathleen Stevens, Acrylic on canvas, ‘Mask’

An Old Woman (someone’s favorite!)

Published April 24, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,

there sat an old woman

completely free,

humming and singing

an unfamiliar song,

with sounds so sweet

and words not long.

Her white sun-kissed hair

blowing like a running mare

on the tails of the wind,

and her tan leathery skin,

draped with a dress

vibrant in colors

and apparently unpressed.

A spell she cast on me

as I sat near,

how lovely, how serene,

with smells of sweet flowers

awakening in the spring.

A warmth filled my soul

as I closed my eyes,

how peaceful was the

never-ending blue sky.

I could stay there for hours,

no time was addressed,

I had no where to be

and,

I needed the rest.

I Rest

Published March 21, 2014 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,

Let us give thanks

and learn to be pleased.

Listen, The birds Sing

Published March 5, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My grandfather said;

As a young girl I listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

I said as a mother;

My children listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My children say;

Their children listen,

And the birds sing.

Masks

Published March 3, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

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