Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Paper doll

Composed by Cat
I wrote this poem with thoughts of my grandmother. A small moment in time that seared this imagine in my heart.  I hope you like it.

Paper Doll 
By Catherine Russell

Soft paper-like skin
lays over vessels glowing
translucently under
a thin veil of tissue
pulsing the remains
of life left in an aging body.
A snow white cap
peaks over eyes
containing within them
miles of memories
of a life lead.
Lines divide and connect
the contours edging a smile
of gaiety that covers
a deeper sadness.
Cool brittle hands
flutter up to cover
a mouth of missing teeth
as cackling laughter
escape the lips.
A warm flush spreads
across the cheeks
just below the surface
of the thin paper veil
that is her skin.
Eyes of gray
glisten in the crevices
as a tear of joy
escapes the corner.
A simple moment
in this paper doll’s life
A memory forever
in my heart.

As always this is my intellectual property and cannot be shared without my expressed written permission. 
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Not Seen by Catherine Russell

Composed by Cat

Not Seen 
by Catherine Russell

You look but don’t see.
You peer through ill fitted glasses,
Through filtered reality.
Blinded by a fantasy that will not come.

An exterior of superficial desires
but not into the soul.
You never see what’s really there.
Only the window dressing.

An image you have created
that is nothing of the truth.
Blinded to what is before you
What truly composes the canvas.

Oh the things you have missed
right before your very eyes and heart.
All is there yet invisible to your perception.
There in plain sight yet not seen.



**This is not only my intellectual property but also and extension of my soul. Please do not reproduce this work without my expressed permission.
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Poetry in motion

Composed by Cat
I've decided to step out on a limb. Make a motion and put a little piece of me out here. A friend once told me that poetry was like walking down the street naked. It bares the soul for all to see. That's probably why I never want to let it out there. Nothing worse than that dream we've all had being naked on the school bus. UG! However, I'll never move forward if I don't put this out there. So without further rambling from me, here's a little piece of my naked soul.

broken glass
Broken 
By Catherine Russell

Shoes that are scuffed
A hem that unraveled
A blouse faded and frayed
All the outward signs
That I am broken.

Facial lines deepening
Lips embraced by a frown
Eyes settled with sadness
All the outward signs
That I am broken.

A dented fender
A wobbly tire
A cracked windshield
All the outward signs
That I am broken.

A loving heart
A forgiven soul
A mind filled with knowledge
All the inner signs
That I am not broken.

A warm desire
A tender moment
A twinkle of the eye
All the inner signs
That I am not broken.

A song in my head
A spring in my step
A smile growing within
All the inner signs
That I am not broken.

A day begun
A day lived through
A day coming to an end
All the inner signs
That I am not broken.

Copyright by Catherine Russell
Do not reprint without expressed written permission from the author.
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A to Z Blogging Challenge 2012: Maybe

Composed by Cat

The second week of the challenge has come to a close. We've made it almost halfway through. YIPPY! I hope everyone is having fun and getting into a rhythm. Today I want to share some of my poetry. I don't consider myself a poet but from time to time something simply sings into my head until I give it life; thus, a poem is born. This I jotted down while administering the ACT testing. Long story short: I rattled of M words thinking of a theme and I kept telling myself "maybe you could do this" or "maybe you could do that". Well, Maybe Today was born. It's rough but I hope you enjoy. I'm sure, knowing me I'll tweak it a million times and still look to improve it. I'm trying to learn to share the poetry so I can learn and grow with it. Enjoy. Please let me know what you think...either comment or send me a message. Positive or negative. Constructive input is always welcomed. (And don't worry, I'm not quitting my day job)


Maybe Today -by Catherine Russell

Maybe today I'll get out of bed
Stretch my bones and scratch my head

Maybe today I'll make my move
Step to the right and find my groove.

Maybe today I'll find my calling
Instead of always tripping and falling.

Maybe today I'll find a cure
For all the evils that might occur.

Maybe today my words will come
And all the walls will be undone.

Maybe today my mind will free
those bits of darkness trapped in me. 

Maybe today my heart will beat
strong enough to move these feet.

Maybe today I'll find the motivation 
to free my soul from captivation.

Maybe today I'll see the sun
And remember the days filled with fun.

Maybe today I'll see my reflection
And gaze upon that creamy complextion.

Maybe today I'll remember it's all a gift
And let my mind escape this rift.

Maybe today I'll release a smile
And let the others ponder for a while

Maybe today I'll feel his love
Wrapping me tightly like a warm silk glove.

Maybe today I'll just sit here alone
and think of things I should've done.

Maybe today I'll simply blend
Watching the trees as they sway in the wind.

Maybe today I'll breath in deep
And all my hidden secrets I shall keep.

Maybe today I'll find a surprise
And guard it well behind these eyes. 

Maybe today I'll open my heart
And begin to play my living part.

Maybe today I'll find my light
Maybe, just maybe I might. 

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Now for my "theme" of the A to Z Challenge:

Today's homophone...

Mourning (noun) the conventional manifestation of sorrow or lamentation.
For example: Many bloggers find themselves in a state of mourning after the April blogging challenge is over. 

Morning (noun) the first part or period of the day, extending from dawn or from midnight, to noon. 
For example: When early light creeps into the kitchen from the east, I know that mourning has come to say hello. 

Click  to be transported to a list of merry bloggers!

Happy reading! 
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A to Z Blogging Challenge 2012: Hope

Composed by Cat

Ready for week two? Well, ready or not, here we come! Today's post is brought to you by the letter "H". I want to take a moment to discuss that emotional state, the opposite to despair, which is a positive outcome related to events to come or even circumstances in one's life. I'm talking about HOPE. That's right. Hope.  The news has a saying, "If it bleeds, it leads". That explains why the news is always so negative. That leaves us thinking the world is hopeless. That all we can do is dream that it will get better. Hope is a very strong word. Hope can be all the fuel one needs to ignite the fires of change...and it's free! It doesn't cost a dime to have hope. Yes, it's true it may cost you energy but the returns are far greater than the effort you put into it. I like how Emily Dickinson put it in her poem 254 (Hope) :
254

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-

And sweetest-in the Gale-is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-

I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
it asked a crumb-of Me.

-Emily Dickinson

That pretty much sums it up (at least for  Emily and me). Hope is something that gives to us and never takes from us. It adds to us. It encourages us. It drives us. Hope is air for the psyche!

Now for my "theme" of the A to Z Challenge:

Today's homophone...

Here (adverb) in this place; in this spot or locality.
For example: Here is great place to start reading the blogs for the A to Z Blogging Challenge. 

Hear (verb) to learn by ear or by being told
For example: Did you hear the sweet sound of the email notification? 

Click  to be transported to a list of merry bloggers!

Happy reading! 
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A to Z Blogging Challenge 2011: B

Composed by Cat
*The following is part of the A to Z Blogging Challenge 2011*


They were all BLUE
By Catherine Russell

They were all blue.
Born they were. 
They were all blue.
Whimpering they were.
They were all blue.
Plump and round they were.
They were all blue.
Healthy they were.
They were all blue.
Hungry they were.
They were all blue.
Nuzzling closely they were.
They were all blue.
Suckling deeply they were.
They were all blue.
Ticked and spotted they were.
They were all blue.
Just like mama they were.
They were all blue.
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In case you're completely lost, this is what the poem is about.

Blue tick hound pups!

No my confession. I've had to write poetry this semester to please my professor who loves poetry. I am not a poet. Give me prose. Give me short story. Give me dramatic monologue. Heck, give me a research paper. I'm happy. I can write the pants off of it. Give me poetry? You get this. 
(This was by the way the best I could give. Don't worry, the world is safe from my poet's pen. I have retired it with the promise to never inflict this much poetic pain on the world again ha! ha! ) 



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What face is this? By Cat

Composed by Cat
What face is this?
Etched upon a faded page
A photo of a small child it seems
Mesmerized by an image unseen
Wide eyes searching
Pursed lips, titled head,  
Longing eyes, wrinkled forehead
Expressing curiosity
Or perhaps desire.
Desire for what lies behind the camera’s eye.
A Mother? A  Father? A treat perhaps?
The secret remains trapped in time
Etched upon a faded page.
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They Were All Blue.

Composed by Cat
They were all blue.
Born they were. 
They were all blue.
Whimpering they were.
They were all blue.
Plump and round they were.
They were all blue.
Healthy they were.
They were all blue.
Hungry they were.
They were all blue.
Nuzzling closely they were.
They were all blue.
Suckling deeply they were.
They were all blue.
Ticked and spotted they were.
They were all blue.
Just like mama they were.
They were all blue.
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World of Writing

Composed by Cat
Tis a world of writing I seek to find
But little do I take the time.
Yet when the time I do find,
The words they dance upon my mind.
Truth be told, I do little but sit upon my behind
And let the words intertwine
To create a world so sublime.
~Me
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