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Katrine
Norway
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 Posted - Feb 10 2006 : 03:31:36 AM
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To balance my recent posts: Below you'll find words that try to express the other side of my journey. I have never published any of my poetry - I am beginning to understand that maybe it is time I did.
This forum is a perfect start!
Jim and his Karma wrote: quote:
Please, everyone, don't feel shunned if you don't get reply. Keep posting. People are reading and enjoying.
Thanks to Jim and his Karma for being so perceptive and warm and at the same time weeding out unnecesary clutter in these postings.
Perspectives
I feel so completely and utterly alone,
now that most of my goals came through
I am tired; I am thoroughly worn to the bone
I have lost the spark of the few
I know my perception is faulted,
but I also know it is true
From the spot where everything halted
I must look within for a clue,
as to why my solitude is painful,
when I earlier loved to be free
Why Alone changed to lonely and tearful
Why I left the track of “to Be”
When I see what I write, I am grateful
that Life has found a way,
to educate – in a way that is playful,
that of me which is not made of clay
Katrine 2003
Fright
I am scared, I feel fright to the point of extinction
I am found, but the crack is tight
I’m afraid that I’ll forget the hidden distinction
between the moon and what shines at night;
between survival and honest living,
between the rich and the truly abundant
And though my treasure is constantly giving,
my doubt is there, though holy reduntant
I say “yes”, I say “no”, but I still use the lever
to satisfy the craving of knowing where to go
My fear is that somehow, my treasure is a “never”,
and my heart cannot take such a devestating blow
Katrine 2003
The fence
The beginning was a feeling of pressure
Being trapped inside my own skin
with clothes I had long since outgrown
At the same time, in moments of leisure,
I was the treasure I wanted to win
My happiness, then, was the stream of all streams,
but somehow a split occurred
My carefree condition remained a potential;
a glimmering jewel awake in my dreams
Every time I got close a darkness concurred
Since then I have searched for truth
My will have been ardent and solid
I wanted to be the one of the many
to grasp the riddle of youth;
to discern the heat in the frigid
The action, the will, the intention
is expressing the dilemma itself
My desire is my limited person
longing for freedoms invention
Doing the search keeps me on the shelf
I want to truly surrender
My heart yearns to simply let go
But I cruelly and truthfully cannot
She who yearns is also the defender
Of the separating skin of ego
Katrine 2003
The Desert
I am an open wound
Barren and parchmently arid
No ointment will ever palliate
the raw, empty pain I have married
the pain is untouched
and strikingly desolate,
like an unborn life fully lived
So dry is this land;
the desert I am;
that it's death leaks out of my hand
Katrine 2004
May all your Nows be Here |
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