LIFE IS A JIGSAW PUZZLETake the thousand pieces of your broken jigsaw puzzle life and lay them out flat and right side up on the red-topped card table you brought up from the basement. Pull up a chair and sit.Begin by connecting the corners. These are easy to find because they are squared off on two sides. You now have four c... More..
MY PILLOW HOLDS A SECRETMy pillow holds a secret that my tears no longer tell.Dreams where once my head has laid are buried there as well!The stains also forgotten have dried up almost clear!My pillow can't remember the secret it holds dear.And soon 'twill be a memory in this poet's heart of painand never more will tempt me w... More..
BEHIND THE DOORBehind the threshold of the mindit's womb gives thoughts their freedomand though they travel very farwe'd like to hold them safe and warmbehind the door!Behind the doorwe brood and rambleharbor thoughts we'd rather keep,but instead they like to wanderout to greet the world!Behind the door of deep, dark gloomthe... More..
JUST THE TWO OF US!Just the two of us,you and I!You are my heart,hear it beating?If you should die before I do,please call my name, and I'll come to you!For I can't live my life alone,and I can't live without you, my love!For you are me,and I am you!When your heart stops,mine will, too!I love you, honey! More..
THE CACTUSDry thorny prickers encase the desert monster in a blanket of paindaring anyone or anything to come near herstandoffish, isolated and cold she stands her guardeven in the sweltering heat!Angry and alone, she glares under the sunthirsty, so very thirsty.......lonelybut what is that I see atop your prickled head?Bare,... More..
THE BALLERINA WHO LIVES UPSTAIRS!There's a beautiful dancer who lives upstairs. I saw her through the window of my soul the other night. She is full of grace and beauty. I long to be her - maybe I am her! She is adorned in a lovely three-quarter length gown of pink and white lace that moves every time she sways, turns, dips, ... More..
THE POETPoet, I heard you screaming in your pain!I heard you singing your song!I saw you dancing with the wind!I saw the tears streaming down your cheeks!Poet, dear sensitive poet,why has God made you this way?Why do you hurt when others are free?Why is your soul disquieted within?Do you know why, poet? I do!Because, God made... More..
COMES THE STORMBroken branches cry out to the howling wind,S-T-O-P!Leaning heavily into the storm they scream at the top of their voices!But nobody hears and nobody comes!It is not safe to be here!Multicolored leaves of gold, burnt sienna, red, orange, green and variegated shades of brown succumb to the death angels call this... More..
FOUR SEASONSWhen flowers bloom at start of Springthe man kneels down to pledge a ringbetrothed with gladness her heart sings!Their wedding vows "I do" shall bring.Those flowers fade at Summer's end,there is no hope to ever mendthe broken dreams of those who tendto live their foolish lives in sin.And in the Fall the leaves are... More..
I DANCED FOR GOD!Remember the night I danced for you God? Some beautiful song was playing on one of the religious channels on TV and I was inspired to dance. I guess if you wanted to call it something it would be a kind of "ballet" as I twirled and twirled in happy pirouettes around the living room floor. I praised You with d... More..
Katherine Walker
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