Poetry

Moonlit run

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:36:25 -0400

moonlit run

and as I ran along
through the veins and arteries
of this small town
of new HEART;
beating loud
screaming its sanctity
right into me,
and at the moment
I turned to face the hill
mitochondria lapping
bones bending
I smiled and
delighted
in the thought of who
I AM.

spring morning

Mon, 26 May 2008 08:17:51 -0400

it is the whisper
of the spring wind
that twists a woman’s thought.
wipes her uncertainty,
of what she IS on this day.
finding comfort on the periphery
of nature’s ONE eye.

it tells me to
be-LEAVE in more
that I expect today.
____

in blue sky my purpose becomes clear
and i breathe in the cerulean certainty;
the turquoise path of my own heart.
a small attempt to test fate
between the bones of now and less,
here and goodbye.
[the early morning shadows cool my heart
lapping clarity upon my flesh.]

____

sleep in green forgiveness
wrap cold viridian leaves upon your thighs
let the veil of green light suckle your marrow
and let chocolate mint slumber your eyes

for today is new and I give you light!
permission to expose all of your lies--
to show the two-lips and forge the slipped hips
upon the presence of succulent grass growing so high.

I give you the rite of spring as I know it now
watching the warm birth beg on your brow.
In time red will come, poppies so wet.
but let us watch the green in solitude
and know no regret.

© kathleen donovan 2008

Moon of my womb

Sun, 11 May 2008 07:54:27 -0400

One of my Favorite Poems

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 17:10:23 -0400

Taken from Ten Poem to Change Your Life By Roger Housden

Love After Love
by Derek Walcott

The time will come
When, with elation,
You will great yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the others welcome,

And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give Wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters form the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

rake the heart

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:20:55 -0400

like a rake around my heart,
i see between spaces
of what i cannot be
or in-between
what I should be.

trapped in here--
shouting!
my enveloped skin
covers my bones.
exhausted by effort.

i weep between chapters.

give me just one podium
oh, grand universe you are!
the highest peak where I can jump off,
hands held up against your throat
choking you for reasons
of "why am I here?"

left lost in my wake

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 22:48:01 -0400

left lost in my wake

and this is who i am--
through the trees, through the trees.
this is who i am--
left lost upon her knees.

a scream upon my face!
a rip of my intellect!
have i not been here before
to share this intersect?

composition and rhythm--
technology true o' bones,
the believer is the holy
lost on the weather alone.

and this is who i am.
the soul of the screen.
present to my facilities,
resolute to the extreme.

i beg you to understand
or maybe just sit and see
the combinations of color
and who is left lost upon me? 
compel the orange to
rip the blue lips apart!
destruction of form always  uncovers terminals of the heart.

so why do i choose to hide upon
the masks of suburban rite?
why can't i uncover the cloak of
contemptuous societal fright?

for when i can become truly exposed--
drenched wet in my naked fear--
will it not nourish me, complete me
sensing the end is near?

the steps ahead seem too treacherous
and unbelievable to take.
i see in my breathe
my silence is my wake.