beach

Breezy sea air, filling my lungs
Edging through my body
Always that lull, that swooshing of the waves
Ceasing my worries and pains
Honoring the slippery spirit within

Written by K, Copyright 2015

winter wonderland

I step out into the cold,
my naked feet deep in snow.
I wiggle my toes,
raise my head,
and inhale the winter winds.
I know it is cold,
though I don't feel it.
I don't feel the numbness
on my toes or on my face.
I don't feel the chill
on my skin.
I feel nothing but
the peace of such beauty.
I see a growing light up high,
almost blinding.
A light that wants to consume me,
so I walk towards it.

Written by K, Copyright 2014

*Written in response to one-minute writers prompt "winter wonderland".

my ode to the honey bee

I can feel the grass between my toes
as the sun warms my face.
An innocent bee bumbles by,
buzzing in my ear as it searches for
the nectar of the nearby flowers.
I wonder what it's like
to fly through life with one intent.
I marvel at the bee's size as
I understand his grand purpose.
His desire to gather the hidden
treasures within the flowers
to make his prized honey,
trailing pollen along the way.
 

Written by K, Copyright 2014

power of pain

 

I watch her writhing in pain
and screaming for my help
that I cannot give, choking back
my own tears of limitation.
Her words of broken faith
and torn dreams of life
mock me- leaving me empty
watching her true pain unfold
like an unwanted magic show.
My heart breaks as I try
to find a place within for this
unwanted knowledge that tortures,
leaving me nowhere to express
but through the ink of my pen.

by K, Copyright 2013

*This moment was written about a time when my oldest daughter was hospitalized due to Crohn's Disease. It was a moment for me that completely changed my life. It changed how I see, how I write, how I feel. She was hospitalized for a week and was in a terrible amount of pain that could not really be helped with pain meds due to the side effects of pain meds causing her even more problems with her Crohn's Disease. The photo was taken towards the end of her stay, of a ceiling tile that she painted once she started to feel a little better. Here is a photo of other ceiling tiles painted by other children in the GI ward of the childrens hospital:

I always get emotional when I see these photos and think of all the children that were there during that time, crying their own tears of pain, just as my daughter was. This poem was written this morning after reading Poets United prompt- poetry heals. I remember one night shortly after we returned home from this hospital visit, I awoke in the middle of the night overwhelmed with grief, and was soon after sitting in my bathroom with the door closed to not wake the rest of my family, writing out a poem that was interlocking with my sadness (which you can read here). It is true that poetry heals, for me, in the way that it allows me to connect and understand my own emotions and express them through my own writing.

song

Silence dancing
Over my ears
Noiseless verse
Gracious tears

by K, Copyright 2013

bed

Blissful
Evening
Dreamer

by K, Copyright 2013

vase

 

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.

dance

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.

remicade

 

Remission is hopeful
Even through the pain
Many tears and needle pokes
In the arms of
Children
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.

sunrise

Sleep
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.

Easter...

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

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.