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Kathryn Kennedy Poem
A cloudless blue sky
Stretches across the atmosphere
As she dances
Over the white sand warmed by the smiling sun.
Laughing,
She throws her hands in the air,
Then dashes across the beach
Towards the sparkling diamond sea.
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Kathryn Kennedy Poem
Rain is coming,
Slowly leaves flip over
Displaying their soft, green bellies.
They prepare to fill themselves,
With the approaching bounty
Ominous sky
A Grim omen, what comes?
We small men scurry to shelter.
We fear there may be danger
If the sky claps and flashes.
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Kathryn Kennedy Poem
The desperate trees, lighting bolts
Against the grayness
Of the approaching storm
Spilling onto the horizon,
Like wild mustangs
Racing across the waving prairies
Their galloping hoofs becoming
Rolling peals of thunder.
Rain like a soaking sheet
Hanging from a clothesline,
Drags across farmers’ fields
And yellow raincoats dash over the soggy earth
Towards home.
Now, dripping raincoats
Are hanging behind the door
As cold hands are warmed
Before crackling flames.
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Kathryn Kennedy Poem
Cardinals
There are birds that stay longer than the fading leaves of summer,
Missing that collective flight to a happier climate –
Perhaps in hope that they alone
Will find the benefits of what is left behind –
Only to face the harsh emptiness of a New England winter.
They constantly search for food,
Scratching their beaks across
The bleak, unyielding landscape
And skate on feet used to warm, lush grass
Across the icy top layer of wet snow.
And returning home, they can only expect
Is a nest made of dry broken sticks
In a tree, once green and alive
Now deadened by winter. And still,
They bring the landscape alive,
Brightening the lethargic winter light with
Flames of color from themselves - their own
Striking red lighting up the snow around them.
Who am I?
In my warm home, alive with heat
Bursting with it,
From crackling sticks in a fire,
With my thick clothing, and soft neat bed, and
With my steaming plates of food.
Who am I to wear a constant frown,
Who am I to question hope,
When I have no needs, and barely wants, unmet?
Shouldn’t I be the one to liven the landscape from within?
Who am I to dare unhappiness?
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Kathryn Kennedy Poem
I say that I live on them,
Thrive even-
On the words..
But I am fooling myself.
You see,
They devour me
Calling me back again and again,
Forever unsatisfied.
They consume me
And I like to give-
To the words on the page.
To them, I give all I can.
And still they take.
Greedily drawing from my pen
Things I did not know.
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