kendra-lynn
Poetry is embedded in my soul. Verses hanging precariously from their gossamer string - waiting for me to pen them to make me whole. / / Contributing writer for VoElla.com. Avid blogger. Pinterest pinner. Mother. / / kendralynn1.blogspot.com / poetickisses4u.blogspot.com / misslynn1.wordpress.com
Here I'll hide
if only for a little while
no more the white noise
banging toys
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
Leave it for a day and the world forgets you exist. Not all followers, mind you, but most. Over 4,000 followers on Twitter and they'll retweet the latest tweet only. Most won't ask "Where's Kendra? Is she ok?" They won't go through my archives of posted poems to read or find some kinship. No. Only the latest & greatest, thank you very much.
Is it my poetry? Does it throw people off? Is it because I don't constantly write about erotica & flaming *** Is it because I discuss domestic violence like an uncaged soul? Or is it merely the beast of social media, itself? These questions I often ask myself.
I suppose it sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself. Perhaps that isn't too far from the truth.
Not to put myself on some pedestal. I do the same thing. I simply find it sad. Thousands of poems posted between here, Twitter, blogs, etc. and it all goes unnoticed - except the latest one posted. Surely I'm not the only who feels this way but it wouldn't be the first time if I am.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
There it was
that hard line
scribbled quite crookedly
in sand
So we went back
to make it more clear
before the wind
swept it away
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
I write. Poetry, scribblings; romantic dribblings. Sometimes the words come so easy; dancing in my mind - just waiting to be stamped on a page. Other times they meditate in the shadows of my mind & I'm left searching for them; burning sage. Ahhh. But I still write. Much like I'm doing this very moment. Just waiting for the muse to make that entry; that exhilarating proclament.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
I was born on a full moon night in May
Whipping winds
Cool breeze
I came into this world
with such ease
Clouds that once threatened rain
released their torrential reign
In the eye of the storm
A sleeping babe comforted
Knowing instinctively
her life
would never follow
the usual norm
~KendraLynn
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
"Do you need a paintbrush?"
As if that'll make everything better
"Is everything ok?"
Mommy's worried now; her heart set to flutter
Oh, the golden boy
A man
Talking with mommy
one would never know
She protects him so much
it's isolating
She thinks for him
the wheels in his head no longer oscillating
She'll continue to do it, though
Oh, you know
you know
Mama's golden boy
He has no harvest
no field of his own to sew
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
"I'm okay"
That's what she said
She said
So why are her eyes
rimmed in red?
Saying all the things
she never said
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
We walked out of the midnight blue
Eyes squinting
Fingers clinching
Holding hands
To feel together
So long in darkness
It nearly overcame us
The sun looked foreign at first
So pompous in his sky
It took us a while
To feel better
To feel
That invariable sigh
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
It's moving so fast
now it's nearly gone
That wildfire sun
waking me up at dawn
Gathering all the memories
stashing them away
To hold them close & warm
on that pending wintry day
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC