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the ice of sight (a poem)

on a desolate mountaintop in the ice
sits an angry man who has lost his sight

he sits and puffs out plumes of smoke
and considers the words he once wrote:

words that were meant to jolt and inspire,
that now blot out his organs in scarlet fire.

while he freezes himself in the winter snow,
wondering what he does and does not know,

he wishes he could see his words on paper
though now they are to him but a vapor

that swirls inside and deepens in his brain
a dark and dismal but necessary refrain:

i am an angry man who has lost my sight,
and here i sit on a mountaintop with a heart of ice

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a scarlet sunset (a poem)

a january mississippi
evening, sky fresh
and clear from scattered
showers that morning

a picture perfect moment,
the sun gone down low,
as the scarlet sunset sinks
its teeth and aims to take my soul

time and space have no power
when the scarlet sunset’s here;
but soon enough she’s gone,
and in her place roll my tears

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salt in the wound (a poem)

they say salt
in the wound’s
supposed to
cure you.

if it don’t
cure you,
then it’ll
sting you.

but the sting’s
sure better than
the pain
inside:

so

cover up your
wounds, cover
them under
your hide;

and when the
salt touches
where i
touch you,

you will wish
the sting was
replaced
with time.


AN EXPLANATION.

Hello, my dear readers!

Another day, another poem for you guys, and today’s is… Well, it’s a little guy come to life from a random cold January night in which I thought to myself: “Salt in the wound seems like a cool phrase. I wonder if I can make a poem out of it.” And here we are.

Does anyone actually say, “Salt in the wound’s / supposed to cure you?” I’m going to guess not, but this question is actually something I really considered as I was writing it. At first the question didn’t make sense to me, because if there is anything in anybody’s physical wound, it’s going to hurt and make you even worse. But as I wrote the poem, I thought to myself: But what if that’s exactly what it’s for? What if rubbing salt into our wounds hurts us more, and therein lies the cure to our issue in the first place? Yup, there I go off on a tangent again that probably will go over even my head by the time I publish this.

Anywho, salt in our wounds hurts. It’s painful, but it sure does leave a stinging memory in its past. While we want it out ASAP, that salt’s power is engrained in us and who we become. And what happens if that metaphorical salt never really goes away, and our pain goes from external to internal? Well, that’s not a good diagnosis is my guess.

Tell me what you guys think! I love hearing your analyses and opinions. ❤ And in the meantime prepare yourself for Monday’s blog post that will stray from writing and head into the topic of…

Am I stressing you out when I keep it to myself? Or is that just annoying?

Wait until Monday to find out!

Katie Kay

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Sunshine Blogger Award

Hello, my dear readers!

Here’s to a surprise Sunday morning post for you all. Recently a dear blogger friend, Patricia Furstenberg, kindly nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award. I am honored by this sweet and lovely author and poet, so please go check out her website and maybe even purchase one of her books here.

The amazing thing about these blogger awards is that it gives us a chance to connect as a community. That is why I am always super thankful to see writers nominating others so that we can get to know each other a little bit more. So thank you again to Patricia, and thank you to my nominees and to those who are taking a moment to read this post as well. ❤

the Sunshine Blogger Award


Rules for the Sunshine Blogger Award

  1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
  3. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your blog post.
  4. Nominate 11 new bloggers & their blogs. Do leave a comment on their blog to let them know they received the award and ask your nominees 11 new questions.

11 Questions Patricia Asked Me

1. Share one thing about yourself that would surprise your followers.

This may be the most ridiculous thing to share with you guys, but it’s the first thing that came to mind, so please forgive me: I have a fear of fingernails ripping off. Who knows what caused this psychological fear in me, but I’ve always had a terrific fear of somehow losing my fingernails or toenails. Weird, I know! But also hopefully everyone else prefers to keep their nails intact…

2. Which do you prefer, mountain or sea?

Mountains! I have always loved the serenity of the mountains, especially depending on which range we’re talking about. For example, the Appalachian Mountains in the Eastern United States are smoky and small in comparison to the Rockies out West. But I have always had a true affinity for height… Considering that I come from the Delta region, which is about as flat as can be.

3. What is the highest / furthest point you traveled to?

Highest? Well… I got altitude sickness in Perú while visiting Lake Titicaca. It was quite embarrassing, but my friend and I were both sick and the locals provided us with some killer cocoa tea. But I was sick for a few hours, even after only being at whatever point we visited (see, I don’t even remember what it was because I was so sick lol) for about fifteen minutes.

4. You stand on a 1m high brick wall. Would you jump off or climb slowly?

Jump off. 🙂 And hope not to destroy my ankle haha.

5. If you would only start your writing career now, where would you begin?

Hmm… That’s such a weird thought for me, because I have been writing since I was seven-years-old. I guess I’d start with writing a book, maybe a novel that I spent considerable time planning before jumping right into the meat of the story.

6. Which animals you feel it represents you best?

Probably a giraffe. I’m tall and awkward at times. Or maybe a llama, just because they are so ridiculous.

7. Are you an early riser or night owl?

Early riser! Which means I also go to bed pretty early…

8. Was writing your first choice as a career? If not, what was it?

It always has been and always will be my dream to be a professional writer, but ever since I was a kid I have also wanted to be a pilot. That being said, writing is my first love and if I could do it full-time, I would. I’m not quite there yet, though! (LOL)

9. What is your comfort food?

Popcorn. Always popcorn. And if you’re really “redonk” like me, with a sprinkle of cheese and butter on top.

10. Best way to relax and recharge? (other than writing)

Read a book, take a warm shower, watch political YouTube videos… Yes. I admit it. I watch political YouTube videos to calm down, which probably only riles me up even more.

11. What is your favorite word?

I love the word “redonk.” Yes, I made it up. It’s a redonk word to describe something that is ridiculous. Use it whenever you want. 🙂


11 Questions for My Nominees

  1. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be and why?
  2. Who is your favorite writer or poet?
  3. What is your favorite thing to do?
  4. If you could go back and change one thing, what would it be?
  5. Who is your best friend?
  6. If you could eat one thing over and over again for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  7. What is one thing you want to accomplish in 2020?
  8. What is your favorite season of the year?
  9. Name your favorite book.
  10. Who inspires you most?
  11. What is one thing you are thankful for today?

My Nominees

  1. AnEporFaeryTale
  2. Ibonoco  
  3. Garima–Be Inspired..!!
  4. ithinkforall — A place for loud minds…..
  5. PICTURE A POEM — Pictues and poetry by Connetta Jean
  6. House of Heart
  7. mtaggartwriter
  8. Brooke R. Calder — In Praise of Men
  9. Lucy’s Works
  10. A Phoenix Rising
  11. Into the Light Adventures

THANK YOU!!!

Thank you guys for reading. You’re the best, and I’m so thankful to be able to write to you. As for these nominees, please go check them out and give them a follow. They write from the heart, and that is what all writers should do. ❤

Until Monday,

-Katie Kay

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scroll (a poem)

dead sea scrolls,
instagram posts
of time gone cold
and human ghosts

a world away
in space up above,
i wish i’d stray,
a cosmic dove

to bring myself
from the black screen,
to the bookshelf
of my dark dreams.

within pages
of ice and gold,
my heart cages
thoughts of long ago.

memories from
all those silly notes,
small paper crumbs
with swift past quotes.

messenger gods,
listen with glee:
despite the odds,
i think i have
lost track,
lost track
of me.

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NORTH (a poem)

yesterday i headed up
the coast, my body
suspended in air.
it was the trick
of a Lycoming engine
that kept me up there.
and as i went north,
each mile gone by,
i wondered if you
were in the sky
too
but i don’t know:
not anymore.


DAY 14 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.

Today’s poem is one written while falling asleep. What? Yes. You read this correctly. Today has been a very long day, composed of four hours of class, a three-hour flight, and a constant hungry stomach whining at me. So before I pass out for twelve hours, I wrote this little poem for Day 14.

Truth be told, I’m not in the mood to analyze right now, so I’m not going to. But I just want to say thank you guys as always for going on this journey with me, and I apologize if my material has been lackluster as of late. If anything, this series is teaching me that discipline is well-intentioned, but it does not always bring positive results.

Hopefully there will be something to analyze tomorrow!


THANK YOU!

Thank you guys. ❤

-Katie Kay.

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in the graveyard of one’s heart

in the graveyard of one’s heart
are the skeletons of the past

where only ghosts roam the grounds
part of the world immortal vast

sepulcher upon sepulcher
of dark energy smolders

yet the blood and the body
only grow colder

and in this deep cavity
where my chilled heart lay

a misty path is carved
awaiting the light of day

but no matter where i go
and no matter what i do

my heart controls me
and yours controls you


AN EXPLANATION.

Why am I publishing this guy when it’s not even October yet? I’m not entirely sure. But I just wrote this poem yesterday after I woke up, and I knew it needed to go live on the blog.

Yesterday I had this recurring phrase in my head: In the graveyard of one’s heart. I have no idea where this came from, but I knew this would become part of a poem, much like the tone and material of “My Heart is a Fortress,” which you can read here. (That poem is my take on a person’s heart steeling itself from negative energy. Therefore, the heart becomes a fortress that blockades itself.) Well, “in the graveyard of my heart” can be seen as  continuation of this first poem, and we’re just going to move a little bit away from the fortress and into the… Well, graveyard.

There is no getting around the fact that we as humans have a tendency to harbor past experiences and emotions. We wallow in our grief and keep our skeletons in the closet for centuries, until we’re either rotted dry by our pain or we expose ourselves to the light of day. And even when we do find and give forgiveness, even when we do admit our wrongdoings, we still hold onto traces of the past, whether it’s intentional or not.


QUICK UPDATE.

Thank you again for sticking with me in this blog. I hope you enjoyed this poem, and that you’ll stay around for Friday’s post as well! ❤

Recently I just got back to college in California, and it’s a whirlwind of emotions. I’ve only got one more semester left, which is a weird feeling in general. But I’m ready to get this done and continue flying whenever I can. You will probably be reading a lot of “emotional” posts from me as I navigate this transitional period of my life. But I feel so blessed to be able to be here on this Earth.

❤ ❤ ❤

Until Friday,

-Katie Kay.

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GRATITUDE (a poem)

saying a simple thank you
can change a life

just like telling the truth
absorbs one’s lies

gratitude is a virtue
to keep inside

one’s swollen heart
and fragile mind


GRATIA

the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful

A thankful spirit is a cherished spirit. Think of the kindest people you’ve met, those who touch your heart, and I bet you’ll come up with some qualities from this Seven Day Challenge, including the virtue of gratitude. Someone who is thankful in what he or she does is a person who recognizes the mysterious and delicate qualities of life.

A thankful spirit understands that time on our beautiful planet is limited, so it is important to produce more positive energy than negative. A thankful spirit puts action into practice through these positive emotions.

Today I challenge you guys to thank someone you’ve never met before. Who knows who this person is, or what they’ve done, but find that person and say, “Thank you for…” Yes, this may put you out of your comfort zone, but I bet you it will make the other person’s day (and maybe yours too).

(P.S. Gratitude is the antithesis of an envious spirit. If you’d like to read my poem on envy, you can do so here.)


DAY 6 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

And we’re almost done! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty grateful for this challenge. That being said, I’m ready to move on to the next project, and I hope you’ll continue to read this blog with as much vigor as you’ve done in these past two weeks. Be on the lookout for our final virtue tomorrow, and then we’ll wrap it up with a concluding post on Monday.

Much love. And don’t forget my challenge to you! You won’t regret it. I promise.

-K.  ❤

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