Kathleen Myra Colby  

1974 -   
I am a writer/poet. I own business WORDS UNLIMITED@1992/ serving writers and artists in editorial capacity. In Yakima WA. USA My AKA is Kitty Starwizard. I have numerous publications through many years of work. I have poetry site on Facebook. For The Love of Poetry which is discussion, learning site with contests from time to time. Visit it if you wish. Favorite quote."We could have had such a damn good time together." Sun Also Rises, Hemingway...

Poems

Sep 16, 2011

In the midst of regal red
Orange flaming like a tart
It sneaks out
Euphonious as rain on a pond
Mellow sunlight,  warm days
Cool not chilly nights
Roses bloom anew
Nature takes a breath and sighs
The second Spring holds back;
the tears of time

Sep 16, 2011

You big bloated orange moon
Hanging there in this heavy air
You have stolen summer
Eaten it right up and laughed

You have opened the night for lovers
You have burped out a sigh
A wiff of smoke; camp fires burn low
Eager for what lies ahead...I dread

After the regal colors of Autumn
Snow will chill my bones
So, gloat now you blighted orb
I will laugh a pumpkin laugh alas...

Sep 14, 2011

I went to sleep in a slipstream
Woke to a world gone mad
Red ran like a river down barren streets
All was upside down
The sky was a seamless grey
People were black and white
Lost in an old time movie
The sight filled me with fright

I heard a hideous laughter
A one eyed magician poked me straight
Pick a card, he said
Pick a card or forever exist in exile
before it is all too late...

Sep 14, 2011

We drown in fragrant fluids
of the flesh
A gasp...A sigh...The little death
A silent hand strokes back our breath

No longer strangers...eye to eye
Our limbs entwined
A moment longer
And then...

Sep 14, 2011

Shameless moon
blind white
motionless climbs
above a sleeve-worn stone

Limb by naked limb
night -entangled trees
release queer shadows
on bare bone
distorting memory
and the tainted foliage



KMC @ 2011

Sep 2, 2011

My ashes will hold my destiny;
nestled in a cool dark vase
tossed out to sea
I will not pass into nothingness
but a sweet sleep
sailing the ocean of death
whipped cream waves
will lick my cheeks
Remember me as a crystal
in the snow
Remember me as sunlight
on golden grain
Feel me in the autumn rains
I have cast off an over-coat
of clay
Remember the beauty
of our summer days
See me in twilight
where we played
The beauty of the flesh
vanishes but is destined
for memory
I will look at you again
Toss my ashes to the winds
And remember me!

Sep 2, 2011

Saturday morning apathy
coffee and cantalope
newspaper eyes
newspaper faces

We mirror eachother
Ironically sad
No luxury
in the chaos
of a very old sun

Sep 2, 2011

Out of the dark shadows
a night bird shrieks

The howl of the lost
and forgotten
   chatters the green monkey

The man with a red guitar
dances in the Mexican heat

Discordant broken strings
of music
   fill the desolute night

The shreik of the green monkey
murders the soul...

Aug 31, 2011

What beauty a summer sun
does bring
It serves us;
our eternal center
Words ignite its radiance
What is true of the sun
is true of the soul
An invisible element
made visible in life
We see what we want to see
If rarified beauty is
our vision
perpetual summer will glow
through us; lest like Icarus
as a golden winged bird
rising higher and higher
to escape
closer and closer to the sun
melting wings
falling into the sea
and death...

Aug 19, 2011

It was the summer of
a shower of stars.
Vermillion plums,
voluptuous fruit
hanging low on branches.
Fire-red geraniums;
bouganvillea cascading down.
The earth was humid,
heat waves rose up like
a boiling sea.
Full moon's bright stare
ignites strange shapes
   in our garden.
Shadows that move like
   mating snakes.
A burst of stars
fall to earth;
little fishes invade the beach
then vanish into
a silver sea.

KMC@2011

Feb 27, 2011

Wind distresses wood and window pane

Soundless damage in the shade of

stationary identity

Now, artificial names blow in the breeze

Where lush fields bloomed from wild seed

Memories plague my ears like bees

The meadows have been stolen away

A highway molests the scenery

And I taste the grief

My past ruined by washed identities

The scars have healed

Sealed off as far as eye can see

No shacks or desolate abandonment:

Romantic stops or medieval Fairs

The Age of Steel and Machine

has burst the attic of my dreams

KMC@2011
Feb 25, 2011

A crown of daisies on the dresser

Reflection of our joyous past

Bewilderment in your dear blue eyes

now blurred by pain...

I caress your feverish brow and smile

as I always have...

Let go...let the silent sleep still your pain

Memory keeps you close to me

Your laughter like bells rings in my ears

Your special glow still lingers

Sleep now my friend...

Embrace the great love in eternal grace

KMC@2011 For my friend Tina who lost her battle with cancer age 39 on feb.19th...
Feb 19, 2011

Cherry blossoms
Infatuation is fleeting
Blossoms fly with the wind


Barren budding trees
The funeral is over
Snow is melting

KMC@2011
Feb 17, 2011

Walking through the thicket

a lark began to sing

Its song so sweet it broke my heart

as it prepared to take  wing

Ti's sweet to think its eyes turned brighter

just because of me

I had cares when I came upon the woods

Cares that follow all moods black

I came upon a gimcrack

What use are silly things?

All that really mattered was to hear

that small bird sing...

KMC@2011
Feb 16, 2011

I sit and stare at windows
made of ice
I see a plain of glass outside
All the while I feel
the cold steel pain
The silver stillness
in this heart of mine

KMC@2011
Feb 13, 2011

The sun is like a blood stained egg yolk

The world gone mad

deranged with grief

Sheltered by the solid oak

I cry my heart into my throat

I cannot breath

A wind came with thunder

in the trees

The dust is choking me

I begin to bleed

My hands stung by nettles

My feet caught in  thistles

Nature gone mad before my eyes

Is this the way we intend to die?

KMCOLBY@20111



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kmv@2011
Feb 10, 2011

His insane voice echos
back from the pure white walls

His hand print; red like plum juice
screams backwards

Into the now silent room....

KMC@2011
Feb 10, 2011

Shadows creep across the bedroom

Frightening shadows

You wake with a start

Right when you have it together

It happens all over again

Shadows from the past

Shadows from someones sin

It can't be your fault

That's not what the shadows say

Look into the darkness

as you avoid the day

Cigarette butts overflow the bowl

Whiskey glass spilled into a vacant hole

The light outside is frightening

it never lets you sleep

The light says get up and

face what you have reaped

You cower in the corner afraid

to say a word

Shadows have all the power

in this your tiny world

KMC@2011
Feb 10, 2011

I ride a pale horse into the wind

The wind is a woman, a siren of sin

Drunkards  black shadows on the bar room floor

I will not go down with shadows anymore

Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound

Silence is large and sound is thinner

It is the sound I hunger for

Black marigolds and silence  are my dinner

I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner

KMC@2011
Feb 9, 2011

Down the shabby hallway; dingy white wall hallway

Shuffling slippers march in order

March in order

To the day room; the steel case pill room

They all get a plastic cup with pills

green, pink, yellow...rainbow pills

Swallow with water...did you swallow?

Turn about to shuffle back

Down the hallway; shuffling hallway

Shuffling slippers, eyes blinking, throat drying

Each to a room or two to a room

Same rooms, blue rooms, barren rooms

Steel rail bed, hard bed, one dresser

Rooms of quiet despair, blue rooms

No books, no sharp implements, steel rooms

Sitting rooms, waiting rooms, waiting for the  buzzer

Then the march begins again...

KMCOLBy@2011
 
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