sunrise
For a moment
The silence had roots
And clung to me like
A light cloak
With a bed of stars
Gleaming in its velvet folds
Black, purple, light
Settling in for
A deep night.
And I breathed,
Again,
Deeply.
For A Moment
26 Mar 2015 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: breathe, clarity, light, night, photography, purple, roots, silence
Creative Lunars
15 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: cold blue, dancing, lunar eclipse, music, NaP, night, photography, red moon, shadows, sky
“the creative lunars are out” she said,
With music like honey on her lips,
And the red moon hanging low.
Into the cold-blue I went outside
with cats dancing in the shadows
and hair cascading into the night
And lay on the playground slide
Still chill and stared into the sky
Mesmerized by her aberration
Comforted by her transformation.
April 14, 2014
That moment when
the moon sets behind the mountain
and the sun rises from the sea
there is a stillness inside of me
4/15/2014
At Day’s End
10 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: cat, darkness, NaPoWriMo, night, rain, reflecting, tired
Day 10
Tired,
Aching
at day’s end,
Loud silence seeping
Through an open window,
Crickets and voices
in the distant darkness,
A grey cat keeping watch
At night, a moon hiding
behind clouds.
I Empty my mind
of Cluttered thoughts,
And unwind
breathing cool air
and the smell of light rain
on the ground
still warm from day.
Still Night Before Dawn
01 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: birthday, clarity, dawn, day one, NaPoWriMo, national poetry month, night, photography, rain, relevance
Day One ‘14
Still night before dawn,
My thoughts gain clarity
In the sound of rain thudding on tin roof
Like after-thoughts jolting me awake
Trying to find relevance:
The dog is restless and needs to go out.
How can I get through the day without coffee?
Today is a friend’s birthday.
I don’t think I’m ready.
The rain draws me back into her intensity,
Steady with beauty And birdsong,
“You’re ready. You’re ready.”
Wild Swan Cry
14 Mar 2014 4 Comments
in poetry Tags: aching, breathing, changing, knowing, love, night, photography, releasing, reminiscence, soul, starlight, timeless, wanting, wild swans
She steps away from chaos
And the ache
That comes from too many words
Or not enough
Breathing out
Releasing
Smoke hovering
Disappearing into spring air
Blue black with night
she leans
Her shadow reminiscent of daylight
Her soul drifting in starlight
And the sound of wild swans
Crying with urgency
Breaking the silence of darkness
Like her heart
Wanting, needing, knowing
Soaring in a timeless movement
She is arriving, migrating
Like her thoughts
to a warmer place.
KKLE March 14, 2014
Somewhere Away From Here
27 Feb 2014 2 Comments
in love, poetry Tags: heart, heat, love, night, photography, stars, sun, time
Somewhere the stars are out,
Sweet perfume of summer’s earth
Still warm from sky’s blazing eye
Envelops deepening shadows of the night,
And holds her close.
Somewhere hungry flames lap at her heart
A leaping fire once lost to
furious days spewing
Sleepless nights,
And tireless days tapping time
So far away,
And now the scent of wood,
And heat, and blossoms in the sun,
Gather under a starry dome.
Stolen Stars
06 Feb 2014 5 Comments
in love, poetry Tags: ancient fires, darkness, dawn, heart, love, night, photograph, poetry, stars
I
“You have stolen my stars”
And I don’t mind
Where torn patches in the night sky
Once gathered taut
To hold my universe in
Now billows
Frayed edges free
Unraveling
Like a winter scarf worn thin.
II
It’s raining.
Darkness still clings to my skin,
And stars, gleaming like a million
Ancient fires
Flicker in my heart,
Blinking
In that silent moment before dawn.
III
Let go your heavy heart,
embers of memories,
illusions of fire,
And take back your stars
Pulsating tenderly in my night sky,
Aching impatiently in these long winter hours,
Take back your stars and sit with me
In this divine night
Sipping tendrils of light
Until morning.
K.K.L.E
For You
waiting for day
03 Dec 2013 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: creation, love, night, po, purple poetry, waiting
under darkness
the earth moving
like the first night
longing hours dissolve
trembling
waiting
for day.
Your Morning Is My Night Sky
28 Sep 2013 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: dreaming, friendship, leaving, love, missing you, morning, night, purple poetry, time
Not sure how this works anymore
Now that your morning is my night sky
Now that your distance is a mirage of my heart.
I lie awake between the inhale and exhale of my life,
A flickering fire-pit on the edge of an ocean cliff,
A flame in a dark desert burning bright,
Feeling the meta-cognitive space between us,
A fluid river motion, an ocean current flowing slowly,
Watching a pale paper moon rising
Under a canopy of glittering stars,
And when I dream,
I dream of the morning reflected in your eyes,
A golden, soft stillness over a cup of coffee,
Fragments of light on your skin,
Filtering through leaves of an ancient Oak,
Southern moss-draped limbs of antiquity
Welcoming you home.
hinarising 