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Posted on December 31, 2021October 30, 2021 Posted in poetryTagged blog, poetic insights, poetry, relationship, WordPress, WriterLeave a comment

duvet - bed still 
without a sheet 
glasses in the sink that need to be rinsed out 
with a backlog of calls 
heels - party dresses all gather dust /

because i have been so caught up in our love /

it is time, for us both 
to step back 
to remember why we ever fell in love 

so I’m going to raise a glass and dance 
in my party dress / 

Kate ©

Full poem can be read on my Patreon

Regenerate

Posted on December 10, 2021October 30, 2021 Posted in poetryTagged Poet, poetic insights, poetry, Writer, writingLeave a comment

i raise a hand -
touch your immovable surface 
you thrum underneath my palm -
i feel life 
silent and still
but reactivated 
after thousands of years
with one touch. 

Kate ©

KNOCK KNOCK

Posted on November 23, 2021October 28, 2021 Posted in poetryTagged blog, poetry, WordPress, WriterLeave a comment

it is futile to push what will not happen 
although you believe there is some merit in trying -
to apply pressure 
but someone must want to change -
otherwise you are knocking on the door of an empty house -
hoping to be let in.


Kate (C)

Perception Filter

Posted on November 17, 2021October 28, 2021 Posted in poetryTagged blog, mental illness, poetry, WordPress, WriterLeave a comment

i can eat and i can sleep - read a paper, maybe take a walk later 
but there is something underneath - 
a stream of thought 
i am trying to be upbeat
but i am caught in its torrent.  

Kate (C)

EMPLOYMENT

Posted on November 12, 2021October 28, 2021 Posted in poetryTagged blog, capitalism, poetry, WordPress, Writer, writingLeave a comment

i wonder if 
that could be me soon 

wearing the uniform of employment, 
the clothes stamped with a logo to determine which factory you work in 
and bearing the face of detachment, of routine and labour in my gait 



evidence that you are a success 
and declaring you belong -
you fit in 

i didn’t feel as if i belonged then 
and very little has changed since. 


Kate (C)

I wrote this poem when i was 17 and I think you can tell I wasn’t looking forward to employment /j