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Kat Dornian Poem
Give yourself to slumber
under ink black clouds.
Moon below the horizon,
light for when it’s dark.
Lie in peaceful presence.
Silhouette of the trees
mythologies reverberate
of songs, put us to sleep.
Dream of all the beings,
our kin gathered around,
flames flicker in shadows
mysteries of living found.
Maybe someday you’ll join us
under the sky’s moonlight.
Stories, song and dancing
long into the warm night.
I hope someday you’ll join us
maybe for just one tale.
World quiet from the fighting
a chance to just exhale.
Copyright © Kat Dornian | Year Posted 2023
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Kat Dornian Poem
I am from glass globes of roses,
from Gardenias and Gerbers.
I am from dust floating in the air,
caught in winter sun.
I am from lilacs
that can't be contained,
whose fragrance colours early spring.
I'm from toilet paper tubes and marbles,
from King's Daughters and Mayflowers.
I am from a pinch of salt,
pull your weight
and no one wants to hear you complain.
I am from rocky cathedrals,
midnight masses and incense.
From forbidden dances
held long into the night under Aurora Borealis.
I am from moments folded into paper,
hung down halls on sooty walls,
lingering in stories,
on pages,
in ashes
flickering away.
Copyright © Kat Dornian | Year Posted 2024
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Kat Dornian Poem
I can name the metrics of violence:
Bullets, bombs, blood shed
Blast
After blast
Echoing in my head
You tell me I could measure love too
But I don’t know what to count
You said count the loaves of bread
Copyright © Kat Dornian | Year Posted 2023
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Kat Dornian Poem
My body tells the story of four billion years of living, of thriving, of flourishing. Each chapter a tale of surviving long enough to create another generation—replicas nearly the same, save a random change, a chance. The risk taken was a risk rewarded. Another day, another generation to watch the sun rise. Every body tells this intertwining story, written as every branch of every vein, tree, and river. Four billion years.
The oldest story told.
Copyright © Kat Dornian | Year Posted 2023
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Kat Dornian Poem
Give me dust
Give me soil
Give me grubby knees
grass stains
and bruises
Give me sand in my hair
and bugs on my shirt
Fruit flies
butterflies
ladybugs and ants
The caterpillars falling from trees
The bumbles and buzzes of bees
Give me berries
to dry in my pocket
Give me rose hips
fresh peas
and oak leaves
Leave an acorn
a half-chewed cherry
a sunflower seed
Leave a feather
and give me a song
call the crickets
nocturnal cats
and chirpy bats
Give me the full moon
the blue moon
and the harvest moon
Give me clouds
when I’m out
Sunshine
when I’m in
Give me rain
and snow
and long nights
filled with stars
Give me wool
and warmth
and a cup of tea
from fallen leaves
And when it melts
Give me dust
Copyright © Kat Dornian | Year Posted 2023
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