The north and south node,
astrologers tell us,
shows what our purpose
must be.
I've looked at mine,
and yes,
I can see
those are part
of what must be
for me,
but I
... I
am a complex creature,
one with mind,
and talents
and flaws
- as are we all,
and this,
the nodic locus,
is but one part
of the ever shifting,
multi-faceted,
ever changing,
impossibly twisted and complex
quicksand melange
that is my
kaleidoscope of
life purpose.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013
I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
26 March 2013
The House Awakes
The light is creeping in,
preparing the way
ahead of the dawn,
reflecting off
windows
- like eyes,
open, bright
and
alert,
as the house
- the home
readies itself
for the coming day.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
preparing the way
ahead of the dawn,
reflecting off
windows
- like eyes,
open, bright
and
alert,
as the house
- the home
readies itself
for the coming day.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
22 March 2013
Games on High
From up here
the sea is grey
leaden,
dull.
But the clouds,
the clouds!
Inverted hills
and bays and coves that
laugh and stand
on end,
all playing
delighted games
of shadow shapes
with liquid gold
'pon distant
wrinkled,
patient,
leaden sea.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
the sea is grey
leaden,
dull.
But the clouds,
the clouds!
Inverted hills
and bays and coves that
laugh and stand
on end,
all playing
delighted games
of shadow shapes
with liquid gold
'pon distant
wrinkled,
patient,
leaden sea.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
At Home
Low grey sky,
driving rain
and
driving clouds,
skirting just over
green clad hills,
green blending,
row upon row of hill,
into a grey distance.
I am at home.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
driving rain
and
driving clouds,
skirting just over
green clad hills,
green blending,
row upon row of hill,
into a grey distance.
I am at home.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
21 March 2013
[Content Warning] My back
My back
my blasted and thrice damned back
aches
beyond belief.
I ache
I'm stiff,
I'm ill - I know it is so.
Age it's not
though age I have.
Care, it is,
care, and duty of care,
t'wards love
and love's childs,
have charged
their fill
in bloody barbs
entangled
viciously
in my aged back.
There's an end
logic says
an end in sight,
but my back,
my blasted and thrice damned back,
grasp and grab
and draw me
back.
I know the cure:
cease to care,
cease to give,
to be selfless;
take time
to exercise
twist and flex,
take time
above all else
to rest
to care for self;
I know that cure
and love
and duty
and love of duty
say nay,
not yet.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2012 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
my blasted and thrice damned back
aches
beyond belief.
I ache
I'm stiff,
I'm ill - I know it is so.
Age it's not
though age I have.
Care, it is,
care, and duty of care,
t'wards love
and love's childs,
have charged
their fill
in bloody barbs
entangled
viciously
in my aged back.
There's an end
logic says
an end in sight,
but my back,
my blasted and thrice damned back,
grasp and grab
and draw me
back.
I know the cure:
cease to care,
cease to give,
to be selfless;
take time
to exercise
twist and flex,
take time
above all else
to rest
to care for self;
I know that cure
and love
and duty
and love of duty
say nay,
not yet.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2012 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
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