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Katie-Jayne Boardman Poem
The mirror showed
a Chinese lady pedalling a bike
in a pink kimono
The mirror showed
trees bowing
to a tropical (pina colada) lake
The mirror showed
a pink bedspread
losing her magnolias
The mirror showed
me grabbing your arm
and twisting it backwards
the moment when we pretended
to be real ballerinas
shows in the mirror
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2015
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The seashore lets through cracks of light
And is the cradle of a bird in endless flight
Loss to the bounds of sea and sky
Plummeting and barreling through invisible doors
Hoping to always reach a higher epiphany of being
The seashore is the entrance way to all of this and more
As I stand with my feet in the sand
And beckon the gods to show me all that they are
The shells made of infinitesimally tiny glittering particles
Open up their eyes and open their souls
Asking me to trace their loving back into the beginning of time
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2016
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I am a spirit
I shatter the dis-ambience of the country
with a flick of my fingers
a stone dashes for a ridge
with a tender tickle
trees rattle their drum branches
with the tip of my pinkie
I raise a rainbow to its potential
with the grasp of my hand
a tornado chews up cows
the length of my limbs
hurls waves towards their certain demise
my breath gives a sigh
to the wearied sheep dog
luxuriating atop a fenced-in hill
I was human once.
Do I perpetuate nature
out of resentment
or from kindness
It’s sure I’m invisible
but you’ll feel me
as hail strikes your bare neck
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2014
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A science teacher (of all people) taught me
that triangles and squares were once in unity
they were lines that cosied together
like a fistful of newly risen feathers
But the triangle became infatuated
with the wedge between two numbers
on a clock and it graduated
The square crushed crazily
on the symmetrical corners of a box
and grew three more lines fatally
a mathematician congratulates the tringle and square
for their courageous transformation- they cannot compare
a philosopher considers
that the shapes could get the jitters
a romanticist mourns the loss of two lines
who were as interlocked as vines
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2014
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Note: this poem is in the form of 'bref double' but they don't have it on the list.
You are a connoisseur of wine and eyes
Are you looking at me, through me, or past me?
A living ghost with formidable prowess
Or is sight in your head and are you blind?
Though your intention is to render a scene
Art is in the eye of the beholder of thine
The stories that you tell by sitting so serene
Form the labyrinth to unravel in your mind.
The desert of your hair is swallowed by famished skies
They are an inky throbbing throat of greed
Each swell of hair a mound of desert gone to seed
Wild man you are redeemer to your kind
Are you an artist or is art your disguise?
The famished skies render you powerless
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2014
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Seasons change.
Dead leaves are dead leaves.
The sky is the comforter
Born new every morning
A steady unending
Backdrop to endings.
A sky to fall back on
So you can keep falling.
Dead leaves are sucked up
Into the tunnel of light.
I had not seen a monarch
All summer; and now one appears
Driving pollen from the bulb
So that colours may live on.
The autumn day
Blends the memories of
A summer full of love
With the bitter-sweet enlightenment
That I am all alone.
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2015
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Who is your god?
Who is your friend?
I could sit here for eternity
Asking questions like
Who is your lover?
Do you feel the shade of a linden tree between your lips?
Do you trust a swan gliding across a lake?
Do you read poetry at sundown or sunup?
Do you like the fusing of words?
Do you like the fusing of worlds?
If so, what is the difference?
Who is your lover?
Who is your god?
Who is your friend?
Who is your-my-self?
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2015
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City lights are diamantes
On a black-sand beach
The bonfire is a driftwood woman
With shattered bones and teeth
We are a
Clan
That sends gunpowder to the sea
Fireworks are water globes
That implode
Just out of reach
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2013
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You. You are transient
You are a leaf on a humid summer’s day
Waking to the flutter of the wind.
You. You are transient
You. You are transient
You are a snowflake dashing across the sky
hurried by the icy polar breeze
You. You are transient.
You. You are transient
You are a musical note hailing from a sorprano’s lips
so readily absorbed
and so easily forgotten
You. You are transient
You are a moon whose curve dwindles
as night darkens
in stormy repose
You. You are transient
You are a white rose whose fluttering eyelids
engulf the entire forest
Until decay sinks in its teeth
You. You are transient
You are a dancer whose footsteps
are the clipclops of my own feet
until I encounter a different rhythm
on these unruly streets
You. You are transient.
You flutter dash are forgotten
dwindle decay simply disappear.
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2014
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There's no past to be corrected
Or to be understood
I always loved the best I could
And in this completely new moment
I always love the best I can
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2016
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