HIS HEART BEATS

His heart beats to Jazz
Missing a beat
here and
there
Improvising
Living in the emotion
of the moment
Spontaneous
Oblivious to being
misunderstood
He scats his love to me
My heart beats in 4/4 time
The rhythm of walking
Born from the Blues
Straight forward
unapologetic
with a back beat
My voice cracks
as I confess my love
it rhymes
Our eyes dance.
Kathy Keogh.

 

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NOVEMBER

It’s been November
and it’s raining
3:30 in the morning
No one to call
No one will answer
It’s been November
since you left me
so many years ago
The moon leads
I’m a shadow dancer
I’m Richard Burton,
and I shake and shake
I’m tired of the nightmares
and the creaks and groans
of living in November.
It’s been November
It’s been November
I am November.
Kathy Keogh.

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ANOTHER LIFE

 

In another life
you were a hunter
and I, a cave painter.
You hammered obsidian to a sharp point
and fastened it to an antler
with egg shell and pine resin.
I wrapped heaps of dry moss
and tar
to an oak branch
and with flint stone
made fire.
You stalked reindeer and bison
I retreated to dark places
with my torch
and with charcoal
I drew horses
and panthers
leaving hand prints of red henna.
Around the fire
we ate bison
skins of reindeer kept us warm
We’d take up torches
and marvel at my drawings.
In another life
you were a hunter
and I, a cave painter.
In another life
we let each other be.
Kathy Keogh.

 

 

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POETS AND CHILDREN

Poets and Children
make Snow Angels in the sand
In August.
Swearing they see their breath
as they laugh.
Poets and Children
believe in Magic and Love,and Happily Ever
Hopscotching through life
catching lightening bugs
Naming them
and then letting them go
yelling,”NOT IT!!!”, at the top of their lungs.
But when Life
taps them on the shoulder
with it’s cold, hard truths
We are all diminished
Everyone swallows hard
at the tears
of poets and children.
Kathy Keogh

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MY ORIGAMI LIFE

At birth
I was given a square of paper
I always prefer
doing my folds
in the air
as opposed to flat surfaces
No bone folders
no tweezers
no rulers
I fancy myself
a purist
At 5
with basic folds
I was a crane
At 14- a dragon
At 20 – a star.
When I married
I became
a closed Origami box
As a Mother
my children’s papers
allowed my box to open
Then I became a rose
I stayed a rose
for many years
Now I flatten my
square of paper
and in the air
begin to fold
I can be anything.
Kathy Keogh.

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When He Was…

When he was a baby
He needed me
I was everything
When he was a boy
he wanted me
I was his ride
When he was a teen
he needed distance
I gave it to him
Now he is a man
We laugh at each other’s jokes
He smiles. He sees me.
And that means everything.
Kathy Keogh.

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HOLE IN THE KNEE

He said,” Our Love’s
grown jaggedy
worn out
and raggedy
Threadbare
last pair
hole in the knee
Our Love-
doesn’t fit anymore
The colors
aren’t bright like before
All the pins
and all the patches
can’t save ‘we’..”
I said, “I tried to brave it
it was all
and I gave it
My fingers bear witness
to all the stitches
meant to save it.”
I said,” Our Love.
is tattered
Beaten up
and battered
and what is broke
is so broken
I fear I’ve lost a piece of me..”

Kathy Keogh

 

 

 

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