Tuesday, April 30, 2013


Pallid beauty
Engaged upon the Earth
Rousing the lands and
Sharing her inner mirth
Exempt from death until
Perpetual death grasps hold
Hades pulling her down beneath
Once Summer turns cold
Never again to be seen
Except on Spring's threshold

by K, Copyright 2013

*I've been thoroughly enjoying the mythology book I've been reading lately, especially taken with Demeter and Persephone. Maybe it is the mother in me?

Click to view some amazing art I've found on the web:
Hades abducting Persephone

Here are two quotes (and my thoughts) that I have loved, pertaining to Persephone and her mother, Demeter, from Mythology: Timeless tales of Gods and Heroes by Edith Hamilton:

"But all the while Persephone knew how brief that beauty was; fruits, flowers, leaves, all the fair growth of the earth, must end with the coming of the cold and pass like herself into the power of death. After the lord of the dark world below carried her away she was never again the gay young creature who had played in the flowery meadow without a thought of care or trouble. She did indeed rise from the dead every spring, but she brought with her the memory of where she had come from..."

I think that quote is true for all who have suffered in their life. Those who have struggled and truly suffered have been to a place where many haven't. They may once again find themselves in the "normal" world, but they bring with them those memories that cause them to see what others can't.

"The Olympians were "the happy gods", "the death-less gods", far removed from suffering mortals destined to die. But in their grief and hour of death, men could turn for compassion to the goddess who sorrowed and the goddess who died."

What a thought! A god or goddess who has experienced what immortals do, amidst all the other gods who are destined to never fully understand or comprehend the magnitude of such an experience.

Sunday, April 28, 2013



by K, Copyright 2013


Vivacious flowers arranged beautifully
Among the dinner plates tonight
Sweet smells wafting across the table
Entangling my senses just right

by K, Copyright 2013

*This was written last night after viewing the beautiful flowers my daughters both recieved after their dance recital from Daddy. They are a wonderful addition to our dinner table...
This poem is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry, please click here to view the other poems being shared by other poets this week.

Saturday, April 27, 2013


Daughters twirling
And swirling on stage
Nothing matters in that moment
Caught in my heart-
Endless for all time

by K, Copyright 2013

*My daughters had a dance recital this weekend, and my favorite part is watching and recording them during their dress rehearsal. Everytime that moment comes I am filled with so much joy at seeing them perform something so magical and beautiful that they've worked so hard on for so many months...it brings tears to my eyes. I love watching them put so much effort into something so special and watching their happiness unfold at being able to accomplish something they've set their minds to. Those are the little things, the moments to cherish and remember.

Thursday, April 25, 2013


Remission is hopeful
Even through the pain
Many tears and needle pokes
In the arms of
And the hearts of parents
Destined to
End in... peace

by K, Copyright 2013

*This was inspired by one of our many trip to the Childrens Hospital for my oldest to recieve her Remicade Infusions. This photo was taken during one of her infusions.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Voices of our Earth
Inscribed upon our surroundings
Bursting from a family's hearth
Rising from beneath the waters
Angelic chirps from hopping crickets
To rustling leaves upon the breeze
In the prickers of the thickets
Orange fat fruits high in the trees
Noises of our Earth hold strong
Singing a beautiful, original song

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem was written in response to Poets United word prompt voices.

Monday, April 22, 2013

earth day

Around us and
Rushing beneath our feet
The presence of our planet
Hastily awaits to meet

Dances upon the dirt
And across your skin
Your forever, lifelong friend

by K, Copyright 2013

Saturday, April 20, 2013

an epic poem?

I've always been a writer, short stories mostly. But with the way my mind is constantly drained these past few years, I have stories dancing within, but no concentration or energy to get them down on paper. I was thinking last night about how poetry seems to be my outlet now, as opposed to traditional story writing, and wondered if putting my stories into poetry is something I could give a try. So my mind wandered, grandly, to epic poems, and wondered...could I?
So I did a little searching and realized I completely don't understand the form that was explained for traditional epics, no matter how many times I read about it on different sites. So that would be out the door. But then I stumbled upon the 9 muses in Greek mythology, and was instantly intruiged beyond turning back. Every site I searched on how to write an epic poem included the step of invoking one of the 9 muses (mostly suggesting Calliope, the muse of epic poetry). However, I was entranced when I stumbled upon Melpomene, the Greek muse of tragedy (as I most love tragic stories). My breath was taken away once I started searching over statues of Melpomene, seeing how beautiful they were, and how amazingly eerie her mask looked. How magnificent!
The thought of invoking a muse to help my poetry flow leaves my mind and fingers tingling.
Now...I need to think.

Thursday, April 18, 2013


Until the sun shines
Noiselessly upon your face,
Radiating the warmth of an
Incredible expanse that
Soaks through to your soul...
Endless love

by K, Copyright 2013

*This is another acrostic poem that I wrote today from Poets United word prompt...or more of a phrase prompt really, wake up and love.

my heart withers

My heart withers
on the vine.
My fingers reach
and stretch
across the earth
to find.
I wish to hear
that note,
that familiar song.
But now I'm blind;
I hear only silence,
feel only cold.
There's too much, and
it makes me cry.
There are no soothers
or sayers to wipe my tears clean.
So I just grow around
these cluttered things.
I don't take flight,
I have no wings.
I weave and wind
across the time,
with blackness
cluttered, trailing behind.

by K, Copyright 2011

*This is not a recently written poem, it has been a couple of years.

Friday, April 12, 2013


Always lingers
Never fully leaves
X marks the spot
In my mind where it weaves
Engraved upon my markings
To my stomach it cleaves
Yin to my yang, though no peace it brings

by K, Copyright 2013

*Yet another acrostic poem. I am really beginning to view this type of poetry in a new light, and I like it!


Fancy dresses
And a pretty princess
In a world of magic
Running from an evil villain
Yelling spells and throwing potions
That explode into an array of colors
As prince charming comes to the rescue
Leading to a beautiful wedding
Ending in a happily ever after

by K, Copyright 2013

*Another acrostic poem...


Eternally mine,
My memories
Old and new.
The impressions deep
In my soul,
Only visible

by K, Copyright 2013

*This was my very first acrostic poem, at least my very first serious acrostic poem that wasn't just someone's name written down. If you aren't familiar with acrostic poetry, the first letter in each line spells a word that the poem is about....


darkness is about me
howling through my bones
shivering over my skin
while the moon lights my
     broken path

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem was created using my magnetic poetry kits.

rotting teeth

rotting teeth snarl,
long warted nose bobbing to magic-
flower grows

by K, Copyright 2013

*This is another fairytale haiku based on a witch.


was a day of peace
     upon the couch
as I watched my hard work
     from the night before
          unfold like magic.
Little eyes bouncing
     from one plastic egg to another;
          baskets emptied upon the floor.
Hearts swelling with joy,
     looking upon the road
          scattered with the promise
               of new beginnings.

by K, Copyright 2013

his death

She flips the switch
to hide her grief in the shadows...
     even from herself.
The darkness emanates around her
as she lashes out at the hummanity
     that she openly loathes,
     but quietly longs for.

by K, Copyright 2013

*This was inspired by Elena's craziness in The Vampire Diaries after Jeremy was killed.


plucking up a wriggling worm-
cat creeping

by K, Copyright 2013


in the dark night-
wind howling

by K, Copyright 2013

my grave

my grave is empty
as I wander
     in darkness
to satisfy my hunger
     for truth

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem was created using my magnetic poetry kits.

cradle rocking

cradle rocking
through tears-

by K, Copyright 2013

slippery mermaid

slippery mermaid
fish scatter

by K, Copyright 2013

princess sleeping

princess sleeping
a magic sleep-
kingdom mourning

by K, Copyright 2013

*This haiku is about Sleeping Beauty.

fair skin

fair skin
and lips so red-
poison lingers

by K, Copyright 2013

*This haiku is about Snow White.


dressed in rags
and chores awaiting-
future princess

by K, Copyright 2013

*This haiku is about Cinderella.

locked up

locked up
in a tower-
endless blue skies

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem is a haiku of sorts. I really enjoy writing haiku poetry, but have a big heart for fairytales and fantasy of the like. So I've sort of combined them for my own enjoyment. This haiku is about Rapunzel.

body wanders

my body wanders
through the shadows,
blood whispering on the winds
of an ancient secret

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem was created using my magnetic poetry kits.

talking sparrow

the talking sparrow
limps across the lawn-
searching to be heard

by K, Copyright 2013

powder blue

powder blue face,
pink fingers, and purple toes-
sidewalk chalk

by K, Copyright 2013

*This poem was written for the word prompt "colored" over at  Poets United. I am loving that I have found that blog, as I find myself thinking about their word prompts all day until I come up with some kind of a poem. Keeps my mind focused on something. I also created a paper doll set over at my paper doll blog with this poem. Click here to view that.

Friday, April 5, 2013


needles, procedures,
pills and pain-
her body

grief, loss,
empty sadness-
my body

by K, Copyright 2013