Poetry by Katelyn Parker

Gender: Female
Username: Katia
Email: kparker.stu@okcu.edu
Age: 19
Country: USA
State: New York City
Marital Status: Single
Profession: Environmental Activist
Favorite Book: "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
Favorite Author: George Eliot
Hobbies: Riding camels in the Sudan
Cafe' Drink: Chai
Book Recommendation: "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin
Comments: "So excited to finally discover such a sophisticated online literary mag!"

"I start my new journey in this long career of Life.
Here I stand,
With a pen in my hand,
Open and nude                                                                                  - exposed to you
dear pages of white

I need a new outlook on Life.

The world so loud to the sight,
So green to the ear
Yet I cannot hear, the lilac
laden so with violet fragrance.

O sweet cologne!
with your morning sun below the branches,
under a mockingbird as she sings
           - I have grown.
Contemplate me.

Allow me to open the iron gates
that bar your meaning to my mind and connect -
             what my heart does sing to my deaf ear.

Thoughts run together and my heart leaps at what I find -
Oh mind! you have strayed me.
You have strayed from my tight embrace
to linger. . .
             In the shadow of another.

But I have found you once again
and locked you in your lacey cage -
Sing dear heart of your suppression,
Sing of your woe and
Paint the colors of your song.

Heart and mind
           - so lost with one another.
Jumped into a great abyss
and came out
             altered.

I have grown in person,
Yet feel so young in courage to uncover
what lay beneath that
Suffocating lace.

O foe! You are a brink while I myself lay motionless.

Living in the Now,
but how do I Live -
must move on and focus on
               Living.

Tomorrow is a good day
and tomorrow's morning hours wane.
Eggs benedict and
sweet summer rain
transform me into who I am:
             - Picasso's painting of organized chaos
                 - altered, yet
whole and remaining like
the original Monet

Oh kiss upon my lips -
You were but the gesture of a man
lost entranced.
You shall forever remain upon
this pink mouth of mine -
though only as a bonus of
               a sweeter connection of mind.

Afraid of being eternally alone
               - (other than God of course) -
I jumped and leaped with the wind that blew
- through the distant thunder and clouds of white against the starry sky,
                - over the colorful and lit display of the barrier highway,
                     - over the field and meeting you
                          - in the middle of the lake.

I leaped and
                 fell,
like the petals of the white rose
destroyed when I found your weakness of
heart and mind.

So naive - so young I was
                - still am
but I am learning
- afraid to learn too much, and so
                I must go.

Connection broken,
with it's splintered edges prominent in both of us.
Mending,
without forging what you know is the muffled sounds of
your heart striving to return
once again, in the embrace of understanding and
                connection that either of us cannot offer."