katharine griffiths, katharinegriffiths, Poetry, storytelling

FOCUS

Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk.
A single grackle ruins an
inspired moment.

The delicate twitter of the yellow finches
as they flit through branches.
And the gentle coo of the mourning dove
as she guides from her perch.
A northern cardinal chirping
‘pretty girl, pretty girl’.

 
All softly unconvincing
next to the incessant
Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk.

 
Isn’t that too often the way?

 

katharine griffiths, katharinegriffiths, Poetry, storytelling

A bump in the road

it happened too fast
the magic of the moment gone
into oblivion
as quickly as it had arrived

the reverberation echoed
penetrating her core
held in limbo
wondering, what happened?

a window shattered
spewing fragments of glass
caramel macchiato
splattering whipped cream across her lap

the din turned to noise
confusion palpable
cinnamon buns
burning sweetness into her nostrils

a hand on her head
applying pressure
wet cheeks
salt on her lips

time passed, hopeful
turning forever tragic
consciousness lost
a memory in chaos

Then peace.

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Math and Magic

arid bryce canyon clouds color

Standing in the rhythm of numbers
Predictable, safe
Black or white
Piano keys singing a melody

Dancing away with a tentative step
Courage, discomfort
Shades of gray
Storm clouds threatening an explosion of thunder

Tempting to cower beneath stability
Doubt, uncertainty
Depths of whiteness
White curtains billowing in a white room

Braving the fear with a jete
Determination, faith
Symphony of colour
A brilliant rainbow coaxed into being by the slightest glimmer of light

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The love of a partner

couple elderly man old

It had been several days since he’d eaten, and the water wasn’t going to last much longer. Every day was the same. Wake up. Drink water. Nap. Drink more water. He was hungry. The smell didn’t bother him, but he was sad that she had changed. He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t talking to him. Confused, he nudged her, snuggled her, kissed her cheek. He was getting weaker.

The banging was intense. The door crashed open. People arrived. He heard one of them speak.

‘This elderly woman has been dead for a while. Check that dog’s collar for his name.’

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The Savior?

time lapse photography of waterfalls
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The rapids crashed mercilessly.
Conflicted.
She breathed into the foreboding rush of water.

The crests shimmered white in the moonlight
atop the blackness of the waves,
like an ice cream finish
on a root beer float.

She wished she could remember
the contrast in texture and flavor.
The richness of experience lost
to the depths of unrelenting tumult.

 

The moon glistened silver
amidst the magical stars,
like a goddess guiding her
delightful children.

She was reminded of the ebb and flow
of life and love.

The current engulfed her.

Impulsively, he leapt.
Instinct.
Free from thought.

The end?

gratitude, Poetry, storytelling

Eddie Vedder

Eddie the Boston

Choosing a name,
Who will he become

Role Model
Original

Inspired Musician
Spirited

Powerful Baritone
Growl

Persistent Activist
Stubborn

Grungy Performer
Wild

Family Man
Caring

A man in love,
with his dog

Eddie

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The Story of My Life

design desk display eyewear
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Want to rhyme
Such a crime

Many rules
Thought a fool

In the end
Try again

No more luck
Oh well

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contrast

red winter spices decoration
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wafting through the house
the smell of christmas season
cinnamon and cloves

his hand on my knee
my body frozen in fear
trusting nevermore

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A moment

flowers-meadow-wood-forest.jpgWhat is wrong?

My past, my future. Head spinning. Panic surfacing.

Breathe.

The sun is shining, traffic is humming, a dog is barking, mosquitos are buzzing, birds are chirping, a chipmunk is scurrying, the river is flowing, spring buds are flowering,

and children are playing.

My lungs fill with air.

Nothing is wrong.

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A woman in love

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The story unfolded slowly. Her hands shook with fear. The words burned her mouth. She paused to catch her breath and wet her lips; a single teardrop caressing her cheek. Making sense of the chaotic thoughts in her mind felt futile, but she had to tell him. Her luscious red lips made it impossible for him to concentrate. He gazed adoringly into her eyes and waited patiently for her to finish. She took one slow, deep breath and spoke the words that would change him forever, ‘I couldn’t stand being apart from you. I killed her. I killed your wife.’.