On Writing

I wrote today.  For the first time in a long while.  I wrote poetry, and didn't think.  The words just came, and I didn't second-guess them.  And when I was finished, I had 13 lines that surprised me.  I can blame the music I was listening to, or my mood, or whatever, but really, it was just time to write again. 

I haven't expressed myself through writing like that in years.  Even my most recent writings have been with someone else reading them in mind, whereas this was just for me.  No audience allowed. 

Man, did that feel good.

~Dorkopotamus (aka Katy)

Remembering You - Villanelle

Oh love of mine will you return?
I know, you've left but please recall
i caught your eye and heart did earn.

Caught your eye when tears did burn
caught your cheek when tears did fall
caught my breath on earth and fern.

Yet, my breaking heart you cannot discern
pressed above your frame, slender and tall?
Dont tell me here i'm not free to yearn,

Away from you im not free to yearn!
There broken fists splash the wall;
Oh love of mine will you return?

Like wintry ice your fingers burn
Dont touch me there my faith's too small.
Oh love of mine, too late i've learned.


The wind blows my hair and my dreams will churn
beneath these trees once and for all.
On i grope beneath this canopy, my urn.
On i remain until, my love, you return.

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Like grasping at water, I could not close
My fists tight enough amidst the onslaught
To compress a reflection. Here, I froze,
Trapped within the very confines I sought.

Every pinprick was a bell toll sounding
The minute come hour coming undone.
I crumpled, over nothing, surrounding
Myself with echoes of my frustration.

What is come undone resolves and unblurs
The carousel - each animal now free
To wander. But freedom can be a curse;
More walls cultivate the sanctuary.

Therein lies the calm, but too calms the lies.
Muffled by echoes, I’m deaf to my cries.

~Dorkopotamus (aka Katy)