ANCIENT STONES

 

My heart is ringed with Ancient Stones
in two concentric circles
One of large Sarsan Stone
the other of smaller Bluestone.
With each beat of my heart
the Bluestones ring
vibrating
the three sounds of “Om”
I am the silence that surrounds me
My heart is ringed with Ancient Stones.
My heart is ringed with Ancient Stones.
My heart is ringed with Ancient Stones.
“Om”
Kathy Keogh.

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THE NOTE

 

Right now
I wish
I was in 3rd grade
so I could pass you a note
and tell you that
I like like you
My face would blush
and I’d hold my breath
as you read my words
Right now
I wish
Right now
I wish
Right now
I wish
you’d pass
a note to me.
Kathy Keogh

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HOW TO FIX A BROKEN HEART

 

I know you’ll deny it
but I watched you
knock it off its pedestal
Now my heart
lay in pieces on the ground
I’m not shocked
to find yours
intact
a scuff mark maybe
Mine broke its fall
You get a broom and dust pan
and begin sweeping up the rubble
“WAIT!”
comes from the part of my chest
that holds deep guttural sounds
I think the Irish call it keening.
“I can put it back together.”
You pretend to tie your shoe
and pick up a small piece of my heart
and slip it in your pocket
I google “How to fix a broken heart”
A Bee Gees song comes up
and a lot of nonsense about “time”
gathering up my shattered heart
I lay them on the table
Like pieces of a puzzle
I put them where they belong
As I fit the top right piece to the right side
a tear falls
and like glue fuses it
After many tears and “time”
my heart is almost whole
Perhaps someday
you’ll come back
and give me the piece
you took
Kathy Keogh.

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RAGTIME SOUL

 

I have a ragtime soul
With its ragged rhythm
and syncopated beats
a little out of step
unexpected
hard to dance to
My strong bass notes
anchor me
and the chords on the weak beats
let me fly
I have a ragtime soul
A rhythm believing in meter
and a melody denying
meter even exists
No Jazz here
Catch the swing!
Kathy Keogh

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PAINTING YOU

 

If I were Picasso
I’d paint you
blue
with 2 mouths
and
no feet
If I were Warhol
I’d film you in
black and white
choking
on Chicken Soup
If I were Dali
I’d paint you
as you are
Cheshire cat grin
melting
into the walls
But as for me
this blank canvas
captures
you
perfectly.
Kathy Keogh.

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THE ROAD BACK

The road back

is battered

by your slights

and mangled

by your insults

Use care as downed wires

could still be live

I’ve been shocked more than once

The road back

is covered

in my tears

while drops of my blood

lead away

from our head on

confrontation

Funny

you mustn’t bleed

Pieces

of my shattered heart

litter

the road back

like bread crumbs.

The crows gather.

Kathy Keogh

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COBBLESTONE HEART

My heart is lined with cobblestone streets.

At night

the clip clop

of hooves

and the wooden wheels

of black buggies

carry the dead

bringing all my sins

and mistakes

and regrets

to haunt my dreams.

My heart is lined with cobblestone streets.

My heart is lined with cobblestone streets.

Clip clop.

Clip clop.

Clip clop.

Kathy Keogh

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