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Nature’s Attire

Published September 5, 2014 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 times of solitude,

I watch the seasons change their moods.

High in the leaves of the old oak tree,

A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.

My quiet spirit fills the air,

The mountain’s presence everywhere,

I lift my hands charmed by nature’s dress,

Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.

There is no pain or tears tonight,

As all lay in peaceful sleep once more,

Beneath the sky’s restful silence foretold-

Soon arrives the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side is morning’s fire,

And all is clothed by nature’s attire.

Nature’s Song

Published August 22, 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,
I know that I Thank Him,
I hope it’s enough.

Happy Father’s Day!

Published June 13, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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To my Father,

Life is full of challenges

With dry and dusty roads

But, we knew we were loved

As you showed us rainbows.

You wiped each tear

And said, “Believe”,

Holding each hand

You taught us to dream.

You could have been weary

But we never knew,

You only showed strength

Healing each wound.

Your words did encourage,

Your wisdom embraced us,

You allowed us our choices

As your prayers did protect us.

(In Remembrance of my father who passed away only six months ago from cancer)
(May you rest in peace)

**For you Dad,

We couldn’t have made it in this life full of pathways

If you hadn’t been holding each hand in your heart

Each and every day.

Thank you father!!

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.

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 –

Love’s Attire

Published February 4, 2014 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.

Mourned Lost Time

Published December 6, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Your unwavering stance

Occupied a barren region,

Lingering there like a withering flower

Before you ultimately departed;

I suffered beforehand –

Missing our laughs, and talks,

And trips to new places –

I endured your scarcity;

I mourn we loss the time

To conquer our declining bonds,

Previous to your leaving, and you

Finding a new dwelling place,

Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;

The ever unfathomable crevice

Between us –

Befalls a mystery to me,

I meditate upon the why.

What threw us into that chasm?

Our not holding each other dear,

Dropping us into that never ending abyss –

I assumed it would pass with the rain,

Then we would have another day,

Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.

It never came to pass –

With great sadness –

Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.

I shake my head and I say, “Not”.

It is a battle I fight each night,

How I wish it naught!!

My peace I fight to keep.

Let’s Reach Out this Holiday Season!!

Published December 4, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Forlorn Song.

She sits alone,

Her skeleton

Pressed, molded,

Wrought by an empty heart.

She sings

A forlorn song,

Purse empty,

Neighbors drift afar,

Afraid to be there,

They point and stare,

Material junk

Seals their hearts.

She wears

A heart heaving

With aches and prayers,

A binding truth and love

She strives to share

But others’ fear

Converts to glare,

And no one steps near.

My Soul To Hold

Published November 13, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Take my soul—

Once more;

Forget me not,

As grasses trodden on,

Which on the hill is found.

I am a weary way-worn traveler,

Onward bound to my native shore,

Desperate seas I roam alone,

Waves of clouds I chase away,

Island mist upon my face;

Let us meet — once more.

Grasp love’s newest breath,

Show you hold me true,

Warm and freely I give to you,

My soul to hold—

Once more.

When He Looks At Her

Published November 8, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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He gazes at her,
Eyes shining;
He dances with brimming over love
Designed for her;
She is purely his.
He adores her,
Endorses her,
Certainly he speaks not a ruinous word
Alongside affirmation of her.
His life fulfilled to surging
Into the vessels of his children,
And grandchildren with hands embraced;
He measures their love
As no prior.

Love’s Forest

Published November 1, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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In stillness of evening,
I sing and dance,
To sweet music
In my heart,
A melody of warm words
Spoken,
I listen,
Thunderous they resound
Over mountains, and
Heaven’s angels singing.
A forest of love
I pause before,
Arms hold me strong,
Lips kiss my face,
I embrace your words.
Treasured-
Within my spirit,
Forever more
I sing and dance.

Spirits in the Night

Published October 30, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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There’s a story on the island

of spirits in the night,

a special place where they go to dance

on the sand in the midnight moonlight.

You can hear them singing

and laughing

as they hide in the fog,

they play hide-n-seek and

ride the surf’s roll.

You won’t see their faces—

but they see your soul,

they watch you and hear you

as the island winds blow.

Their seaweed hair wet,

limbs swaying in the mist,

the moonlight gone,

as the sand turns cold,

they return each night,

it’s their favorite place,

well—that’s what I’m told.

My Dreams

Published October 22, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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My dreams arrived true
Of me and you,
Aged fine, and rich of joy,
Love for each other with more to deploy.
Evenings spent cooking, laughter, dancing
And sips of wine,
Eyes sparkling with love divine.
Sitting on the porch and staring at the stars,
A warm summer wind coming from afar,
Fireflies dance and we watch their show,
Shadows dancing in moonlight aglow.
We turn out the lights, and head to our room,
To rest and kiss with morning arriving soon,
Peaceful sleeping and wrapped in your arms,
Dazzled and delighted by only your charms;
You are my soul mate,
My dreams arrived true.

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