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One Note at a Time

Published May 13, 2016 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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On a warm spring breeze,
Birds chirp their greeting song,
Children play kick ball
On the green grassy knoll,
People laugh while embarking
on their Sunday afternoon stroll,
Tulips peak out from their flowerbeds and,
City lights sparkle in the night;
He strums the strings of her heart,
One small note at a time –
Erasing sadness encased,
Breaching a hedge of grief
Whereupon drapes her heart;

When he passes by her window
Waving to her one more time,
She aims to shed not one more tear,
And tries to wear an unending smile;
Yet, while the world sleeps
And she is on her own,
No use pretending,
She’s far away from home,
Far from the solace of his arms;

Lonesomeness consumes her heart,
Desiring to hold him one more time,
The tenderness of his gracious love and words;

He strums the strings of her heart,
One small note at a time –

City lights sparkle in the night.

Spirits in the Night

Published April 28, 2016 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.

(Photo and poem by:
Kathleen Stevens)

An Old Woman

Published April 28, 2016 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.

(photo and poem by: Kathleen Stevens)

Love’s Attire

Published April 19, 2016 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 unfolds,

And as I wait the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side a morning’s fire,

You will clothe me in your love’s attire.

Never Ending Abyss

Published January 21, 2016 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–

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-

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”.

How I wish it naught!

(Painting and Poem by: Kathleen Stevens/2015)

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’

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.

Angels in the Winds (2)

Published July 7, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Angels in the winds

High above the waters

In a land not forsaken

By GOD’s own gracious hand.

I count the glowing windows

As I pass them in the night

Rows of little beacons

Showing me there is life.

Moments of comfort,

I am at peace

In the silence of the darkness

As angels and GOD-

Watch over me.

Dress of Gold

Published June 18, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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The wind of life blows through me,
At times- it whispers,
At times- it wails;
Allow my soul to be a reed,
And sing a song that never fails.
Wordless singing is clearly true,
Either wailing wind
Or skies of blue;
Give me joyous musings,
If you please,
While in the distant church bells ring.
Birds dispersing magnolia seeds
Along tree-covered silent streets,
And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold,
Emotions fade like falling stars,
Streaming past heavens wide and far,
Swiftly subtracting wounding words,
Allow my soul to sing a song.

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.

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