Stone Turned Fire

Slumbering as a statue, heart just barely beating,
ready to break out, explode, restless energy.
Fire waiting to be set free,
to rush into the world, rip up the ground,
blanket it with the lava and power
that belongs only in the heart of one
who knows true love.

Concrete pavement, set into form,
morphing from the mold, letting go
of the game of tug and war.
The beats of the bass drum
filling the mind, enveloping the body,
anxiety, missing the eyes that calms the soul.

I Love

i adore every inch of you.
every single thing about you
your dorkiness and your smile
even the moments where you try to cut your own hair.
those eyes gazing into mine so lovingly and sweet.
when you're protective while walking and put me farther from the road,
even though i protest.
every time you force yourself to do better than everything you try
how you find your cute hair annoying
your cute button nose
your gorgeous eyes
and lovely tender lips
even when you fail
my spelling ability
you spelled definitely wrong
when im riding shotgun and
you're in your leather jacket and
i catch you at the intersections for that one quick kiss.
when you're driving and you have one hand on the wheel and
the other wrapped so tightly in mine
how you know exactly when not to say anything,
when i just need to be held so close that i cannot be any closer.
with all my heart and soul.
i'm never going anywhere and
i never want to because

i have found my soulmate

we have found our soulmates,
and we may head places but it'll be together
that cute smile you wear when you look at me
right about now
because my heart skips so many beats when i look at you
please don't skip, i need you to live
i am very much alive.
anything could take my breathe or my heart or anything and
i'd still be very much alive with your love.
you are all i need

We are sharing words.

Gazing Moon- revision 2

Up through the black mountains, hiding in the mist,
crouching in a graven cave, eyes blinking in the darkness,
lays a pack of wolves, a bond more fierce than the teeth
in their mouths. Their neutral fur blending together,

A round harvest moon, tinged with orange,
assembles with the stars,
furry chins nestling against the others' necks,
as the little pups breathe silent puffs in her fur.

Rich brown eyes hidden by lids as she snoozes,
lighter hazel swirling with hints of green in his
as he guards over his pack, his everythings,
as the dream king visits them in their slumbers.

For as a pack mate howls one last time at the moon,
The sun pushes the dark clouds away,
dragging along  the oranges and reds and blues,
of life and movement and hearts beating, as one.

November Updates

As I venture into a land of published poets and submitting to journals, I am finding it harder and harder to keep this blog public. I have begun a new poetry journal, all in hand. However, I am going to continue trying to give this blog a shot. I will continue attempting to update it, especially as poems go from raw to settled and polished. Just bear with me as the process may be slow.

I am also considering a name change. When Ravens Fly came out of a hard time in my life. It is modeled after a dark, unsettling poem that does not give any kind of closure. That was a period of my life. Now, it is completely different. The possibility is that I will be changing the blog to Gazing Moon. This new poem embraces a new side of me, a new comfort and a new family. It brings along the fierceness and strength, the bond and the love, that I am currently feeling in my own life. So again, please bear with me as I consider this change and what it would mean for me.

Thank you dear followers for understanding and I will continue to update you on the blog's progress and future plans.

Kaitlyn

Gazing Moon

Up through the black mountains, hiding in the mist,
crouching in a graven cave, eyes blinking in the darkness,
lays a family, a pack, a bond more fierce than the teeth
in their mouths. Their neutral fur blends together, as one.

A round harvest moon, tinged with orange,
sits in the sky, keeping company with the stars,
soft chins resting against the others' neck,
as the little pups sleep quietly in her fur, as one.

Deep brown eyes hidden by lids as she sleeps,
lighter hazel swirling with hints of green in his
as he watches over his pack, his everythings,
as the Dream King visits them, as one.

For once the moon is gone and the stars hidden,
the dark clouds drift away as the sun rises,
bringing with it the oranges and reds and blues,
of life and movement and hearts beating, as one.

Serenade/ Storm Poem

Dark and cold, the windows ice
as you drive me home.
A long night, travel weary,
no lights on the road to guide the way.

Slippery slopes, leaves whirl in the wind,
patches of white, frozen over snow.
Left turn onto a familiar road, almost home.
You squeeze my hand, it's been a dreadful night,
driving in the dark.

A fallen orange cone, we do not think twice.
A tree, power lines wrapped and coiled in its trunk and leaves,
blinds us as we approach.
You glide to a stop, breathing heavily as one.

The electric clock on the dash stops flickering,
frozen like the snow outside.
You pull my hand to your lips, a kiss,
a reassurance that everything is ok.
Slowly turning, we find another way.

Aubade

The creak of the door, there you lay
curled up so your toes don't hang over the edge
snugged in a ball your giant self isn't familiar with
quiet and soft, hair gently rested on the pillow.

I approach, smiling a little smile, knowing you're mine.
Silently, I lift the covers, crawling underneath
as to warm my own chilly feet.
Your eyelids dance as you wrap an arm around my cold body,
warming me to the core.

Snuggled close, your eyes open and you smile,
and I know you have awoken happily.
Sweetly, you wrap your hand around my neck,
drawing me to your soft lips.
And there, your kiss,
the perfect way to wake.

Blood Tap- a work in progress

Cool smoldering coals lit aflame
dancing in the moonlight, finding life
heat rising, vivid orange rapidly growing
Higher, higher, out the cracked window frame.

It was when he touched me, the fire grew.
It engulfed the walls, licked the floor,
blew out the lamp lit candles, took the words,
racing, racing, through the doorknob.

Heart beat quicken, veins pump
the deep crimson red lava.
Gone is the cold, gone is the light.
Flame here to stay.

Stream of consciousness

This is just a stream of consciousness so half of it will not make sense.

My voice fills the space, the void that is the darkness.
It fights the world, beats down the bricks.
Because I don't need your ax anymore.
Once it was useful, but now I have a sword.
It slices and swipes, but does not hurt my throat.
I have found a nuclear bomb in the era of arrows.
That bomb grew in me, I fostered its fuel.
I rose to glory, flew the coop.
I swept and swooped, down and out.
My wings floated on his love, gazing quietly in the sky.
Goodbye I hooted to the old.
How's it going to the now.
Hello to the future.