Tanka poems by Kayla

walt whitman's tomb

seeing leaves of grass

still growing there

i imagine hearing him say

what i assume you shall assume



mausoleum

seeing only darkness

through the peephole

i look into the past

and into the future



a little girl

plays with her doll

on the side porch

memories of my sister

holding emily susan



accidently

smearing a gnat across my page

i examine the stain

that a moment ago

was full of life



how would i know

that it would end like this

the harvest moon rising high

above the poplars

and me thinking of you



am i to end in dust

then set me free in the sky

swirlling in the sun's light

a rainbow colored kite

dancing in the wind



flying my fighter kite

tiny violets share the spot

where i am standing

on the surface of the earth

revoling around a star

Tanka poem by Kayla

transgender dysphoria
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not recognizing

in the mirror

this face of a man

she tries to wipe away

his image


rubbing desperately

at the mirror's surface

she searches

for the image

of the beautiful woman inside.

bottle of stars

here is a collage from my collage journal using a similar idea , i used some astrophotography prints and made drawings of old bottles from my old bottle collection,i love the shape and colors of old glass......enjoy , michaela

here is a poem i wrote about this college that is on the opposite journal page


                                                Create art

                                   in the bottle you shall see

                                   the stars of the pleiades

                                   in the bottle filled with blue

                                   all mysteries unfold for you

                                   in the stars patterns lie

                                   some shaped like kites that fly

                                   in the stars charioteer and cart

                                   in the stars He displays His art.

"Missing you " , a poem by Kayla

today

i will walk the same path

through the grassy field,

perhaps

i will see you again,



like the purple crocus

does our friendship

face only one way?

or is it fleeting,

like a shooting star?



like the rising

of the morning sun,

and the sweet sound of the song birds,

i need you

to be my friend



i walk the path everyday

through the grassy field,

hoping to see you,

and at night

hoping to see a shooting star.

Queen Annes' lace by Kayla

Softly swaying in sunshine,

a titanium white girly lace

supported by a delicate concentric structure

like the bones of an umbrella,

that connects at its center ,

to a tall green apple colored stem

providing a handy footpath

for various walking insects to explore,

at the top of this space needle,

where the color green turns to white,

small insects , some black, some brown,

examine the fragile lace for food,

black flies, hornets, and wasps

come and go,

landing or lifting off

from their bowl shaped heliport.

Fishing on the lake a poem by Kayla

A large oak
with copious green leaves
cast a shadow

over the black
coffee colored
still lake water

its smooth surface
rippled
by a passing breeze

that carries a leaf
and lays it down
on the shadowy water

where a bluegill
incessantly
slurps at it

its attention
piqued
by the leaf

I offer my best
hand tied fuzzy
black fly

dropping it
atop
the floating leaf

then teasing the line abit,
whack!
the bright yellow line pulls

and jerks my hand
every movement
of the runaway felt

carefully
I ease her in
gently removing

from her mouth
that which
caused her fear

and holding her
in the shallow water
until calmed

I release her
to live
freely.

A poem by Kayla "She is An Eagle"

She is an eagle

and love her sky,

soaring over fields

singing lullabies,

rising circles of silence

she embraces the sky,

in ecstasy

she will forever fly.