Poems from kathrynehigheagle
I write or die;
not because skill
was born inside me
rather,
flesh, bones
even blood,
formulate to fail.
Begets a sadness
worth pity...
"What is life? It is the little shadow that runs across the
grass and loses itself in the sunset." ~ Blackfoot Quote
Weekends
at...
Her Final Spring
She died old,
then stillborn, rose;
damned destiny
grim.
Watched stars
begin in off-key chinooks
of skulls and skins...
"I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be." ~ Joan Dideon
Copper skull strings,hide of freckles,choir of...
listened
into the conch
of his eyes
underneath convergence
of contrail planes -
woeful notes
of a dirge
glided downwind
allayed in...