Regarding Changes

Composed 12/31/15
Description: Obligatory New Years post. Though, not necessarily a traditional one.

We see the end of each calendar year
As a magical flip of the page
One that wipes off our lives as easily
As the numbers wiped off of our dry erase boards

But our year, our months
The way we mark the days
It’s just a human tradition

The first of our year
A constructed year
Is not divine
It just marks the time
But any time
Is a time when change
Is possible
If you wish

Why wait?
If you desire to be different
Why stumble and slumber through the year
Before being happy or proud?
Five minutes ago
You were a different person
Five minutes from now
You could be different

You not the days
Determine your steps

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Origin Story

Composed 12/22/15
Description: My dream last night.

A skinny tree
His branches stick out like a mushroom hairdo
He stands in line
Orders a coffee
Vanilla latte with my vanilla beans
He shakes his hair and they rain down
Falling seeds
The kiosk owner hesitates
Shakes her head in ignorance
But I pop up with some how-to knowledge
And a potion book

It takes an hour or so
To gather needed supplies
I explore the lush green valleys
And with pestle and pot
The tree’s latte arrives

Unknown, am I
Until that moment
Impressed, my fellow magic folk

Word spreads throughout the inn
My prestige grows as
Power is gained
As discover, I, my place here
A wild white wolf
Is suddenly tamed

A friend, a familiar
Bonds with me
Witch, potion maker

While Driving

Composed 12/21/15
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.

Trusting I put my life in
Your hand but you grab
Not the wheel but your
Lover your cocaine your
Ever present addictions
If you fail to value your
Own life can you not set
Aside pleasure for mine
When eyes       flit away
I fear hit distrust dislike

Featured Poem: Stockings

A previously unposted poem of mine, Stockings, was featured on Silver Birch Press as a part of their ME, DURING THE HOLIDAYS series. Check the site for a poem from me as well as some poems and pieces from other writers!

(Oh, you also get to see a cute picture of me as a kid!)

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Stockings
by Kathleen Chaney

Ribbon-wrapped packages
Green, red, and blue
Hold allure under the tree
Sitting patiently
As the others pop up day by day
All shapes, sizes, weight
They can be shaken
With some success when a guess
Is suggested

Yet the stocking
A true mystery
Filling but never willing
To show how much it holds
Hanging resists an accurate feel
The mix within irreversible
Like a cake
Ingredients not anticipated
Reaching in is a special rush
One after another
Like a magician’s best trick

Its contents coat the floor
Like snow on Christmas morning
Those little toys
Little treats
Grabbed in fists, often first
Items to be tested
The best morning distractions
The best memories

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AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: This is me, approximately six years old, at my grandparents’ house. I am trying to look cute in my Christmas dress, but I am always cheesy in photos!

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Magic in the Night

Composed 12/17/15
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt, which asked us when we do our best work.

When the moon hovers near
And the silence grows thick
When the dust is settled and the clock tick
Tick ticks you hear
Your own heart beating
Peace descends on the mind
Stretching out before you an endless time
Of ghosts and fairies, sweet and fleeting
It is the time of magic and honest thoughts
You are one with yourself and the earth
The heavens soothe, and stories are birthed
In the night, such beauty is wrought

Grade School Romance

Composed 12/16/15
Description: For the Daily Prompt today, which asked us to tell our funniest relationship disaster story. Had to reach back a long way for a funny one.

He was the first
And she was a wee little thing
So she said yes
And chased him round the playground

Yet he was more a stroke of ego
Than a snatcher of the heart

One day the middleman
Asked of all his friend’s fine qualities
Where there five, ten
Fifty?
She said there were so many
But failed to write a list

She doesn’t much remember
Anything after that

In the Moment

Composed 12/15/15
Description: When you write, you dwell on things.

It was her nature
To move on while sitting still
She bubbled along the brook
Without mind to
Rocks, debris, and things
It was easy
To stroll about the attic
Leave the heart of things untouched
To watch it all blindly
Omnipresent and objective
Like the storybooks

But one does not live
In third person
Rushing forward does not present
Opportunity to be human
So she gulped until she felt her heart
And retched in on the page
And lived
In the moment

Hermit

Composed 12/9/15
Description: Ah! The semester is over, which means, yes, less on my mind and more time to write… for the time being. Hopefully, this means I will push out some more poetry in the coming days. For now, here’s this.

It is different for us
And difference is a pleasant dream
When we find ourselves alone
Alone we feel no need to run
But sink-in, relax, think, and feel
Be

We are survivors
When the world around us dies
Indeed, we thrive
Independent, often confident, unafraid
Exploring
When abandoned or betrayed we
Live

When found we relinquish control
And let others in for a time yet
Retreat
Off put with insecurity
Hands clinging with poverty

Do you really crave
Separation from your own mind?