The Secret

The secret is that

every poem tells a secret

And the poet hopes 

by revealing it

someone will recognize 

the hard love it took to write

Because secrets are

more comfortable if they’re 

tucked away.

They like hiding in dark

basement corners behind

boxes and whispers

Under stair steps

guarded by cobwebs

and silverfish

They’re favorite sound

is “shhhhhhhhhhhh”

They sabotage a writer’s

fingers; make them struggle

to form basic letters.

Distract the brain with

alluring outside sounds,

annoying earworms or

the last of the shortcake

waiting in the frig.

I understand if you

struggle to write

poetry.

Secrets don’t like

being naked in

honest, exposing light.

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt

NaPoWriMo 2020

April 26, 2020

About the Pine Cones

About the Pine Cones . . .

 

Bountiful beauties

strong and delicate

Intricate and simple

small works of wonder

songs of nature

Solid snowflakes

 

Look at one . . .

 

From the side

the Christmas tree

to come 

From the top

a hand-carved zinnia

or 

perfect pattern 

for eyelet lace

 

Ubiquitous  . . .

 

Iconic symbol: 

fertility, virility 

The Fountain of Youth—

Homage to seeds 

birthing trees

living thousands of

years longer than we

 

Spiritual . . .

 

the Third Eye

the Enlightenment 

for civilizations

separated by

distance and time . . .

 

So much to see

In the sacred.

 

 

Kathleen A. Dorholt

NaPoWriMo 2020

NaPoWriMo 4/19/2020

Armor

 

Craving emotion devours eternity 

Piercing need spins a mystery

signed with fear

Withering emptiness slights us

of sweet time

But we build enchanting armor

against the daggers

with magic laughter

and deep hope.

Kathleen A. Dorholt

April 12, 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019