Star Ka'at's Ramblings

{July 25, 2014}   Burn Out

Fires burn in your violent eyes
Throw you down
And against the wall

Let go the brands and embers
Seek sanctuary
And recover

Sunlight warms, balanced breeze
Allow the tree’s embrace
The water’s song


{June 1, 2013}   Lease At Least

Forward, step
Backward, slip
Climb, claw

The trail left
Never follow
Bloody bruised broken

Pick the highlights
Ditch the twilights
Find the dim lights

In sorrow
To borrow
The morrow

To lease
A peace
At least

{May 28, 2013}   When Pain Brings Peace

Stumble, stutter
Stagger, drop
Clutching chest
Breathe, no air

Cold, wet
Jagged rain
Fist full mud
Barbed rocks

Bladed hail
Puddles splash red
Blow after blow
Shattered soul and bone

What is the delay
Explain the purpose!
Twisted place
When pain brings peace

{March 29, 2013}   Three Edged Sword

Hopes of a thousand years
Death of moments
Births and re-births
Blades and diplomacy

Sleeping enemies
Waking allies
Certain friends
Creeping destruction

Lies, truth, ambiguity
Petty, lofty, heart felt
Tears, jeers, fears
Laughter, joy, delight.

Life in death
Passion held beliefs
Vied, died, for justice and truth
Tried, tried, for peace

{March 15, 2013}   Hooded Peace

The hooded man
In the shadows
At the edge of vision

Green Man or human
Deepest night
Brightest day

Step lightly
Disturb not
Neither harm

Be at peace
Take in
Rest beneath twined vines

{February 8, 2013}   Moss

Softest hues
Greys to greens
Hanging, clinging

Some for shading
Some for healing
Some for comfort

Deepest carpet
Rock paintings
Tree hangings

Color my dreams
Brush my cheek
Warm my night

{February 6, 2013}   Hope

air thinning
Reaching up
truth and heart

and autumn
and Summer

An end
is not
The end
now or ever

Look up and high
Over and beyond
Crest the height
Of all the world

{October 16, 2012}   Unquiet Peace

There was a disquiet in her deepest soul that no form of happiness could quench. Not melodies of string and flute, not written works of ancient renown, nor any other work or expression of beauty. Among the old and twisted oaks who took into themselves all but a shattering of the bright sun, who whispered and moaned to the harvest wind that rushed and danced upon the mountain side; among them she came close to peace, and yet they also stirred the unnamed longings to madness. It seemed to her the trees had voices and spoke about her of things not for the knowing in a language unable to be learned, to the deepest detriment of the earth and the emptiness of her soul.

{July 6, 2011}   Give Me Peace


{June 10, 2011}   If Only


et cetera