Content Update

Hey followers! So this is the typical "Kaitlyn is back at college and things are crazy" post. Literally, things are already crazy. It took less than 24 hours of being back for it to already pour. However, the experience may be poem worthy as I was asleep and suddenly woke up soaked since my bed's against my window. But that's a story for another time.

With being back on campus comes a surge of work for my newspaper gig. Hence, content may be more infrequent. Come spring though, I will be taking advanced poetry and expect lots of content then! Until then, I hope you guys enjoy what I do get up.

Come on Cowboy

Come on cowboy, just for you,
I'll hike up these country skirts,
dance in the rain with me,
get a little wet, fill the brim
of our cowboy hats with rain.

Swing me around your arm,
the hay in our hair makes me smile.
Sling that saddle over your shoulder,
horn, ropes, leather and all,
click our boot heels together,
there you go making my heart beat.

Pull me right back in, a wild horse
needin' a home. I dare you, cowboy,
try and tame me. Just for you,
I'll slip on that mud pile
and bring you down with me.

Hold me quick, hold me tight,
we'll dance in the moonlight,
watch the stars take over the western
sky, come on cowboy,
this is just the beginning.

Hoofprints in the Horizon

It started off as a simple Friday, a day off, the summer sun peeking out from clouds,
fog rolling over the hills, playing hide and seek with the road as the car rumbled on.
A quickened breeze kissed the opening in the glass on my right, it hissed as the sky
brightened. I breathed, kicking my boots together, playing with the zippers,
folding and unfolding blue jean hems. Car stopped in a dusty driveway, a sudden
whiff of grass and horse manure flowing into the window. Breathing deeper, a smile.

Boots hit gravel and dirt, making their way down to the tiny brown barn as goats
spoke with each other, begging for a hand to pet their heads. Boot hits concrete,
a sharp whinny fills the air, my girl. The eyes smile as boots crunch down the row,
third stall on the left. She is there, poking her nose through the bars as far as the velvet
can fit through. A quiet laugh, the bolt clanks open. A hand down her soft neck,
sweat stricken in the summer heat. She knows why I'm here.

Leading her out, leather and hay takes over the air. Tripled buckets overturned,
the swing of a leg onto a hairy back. Human skin resting against the hair of a horse.
Walking, lumbering around the yard. Cheek rests against neck as she walks.
I know she won't leave me behind as she stops to munch on the rich green
blades below. As midday rolls around, so does my leg as I tumble off her back.

The snaked hose rolls out from its bundle, water turning from hot to cold
as it runs through my fingers and into the dirt making a mud pile to slink
down the hill.She nuzzles my shoulder, asking for the coolness of the water.
She shakes as it covers here, cascading water onto me. It does not matter,
I laugh. Bath over, I let her go after a simple kiss on the nose and a cookie to praise.

It is the last time the summer horizon will hit my boots in this barn.
Once that sky falls, it will be separation, the orange fighting with the black
of night and days, weeks until I see her again. But as she rolls in the dirt, legs
tumbling over each other, her back arching to reach just that last spot,
I know I will be back. I will always be back.

Black Bird- Beatles

If you're anything like me or had the night I had (which involved dropping my whole plate of food for dinner and ending up with multiple ceramic and glass cuts on my foot and toe), sometimes you just need something chill to listen to and relax. So, we go to Black Bird.

She was my idol

(Writing from a very different perspective tonight.)

She was my idol.
She danced like the stage was named after her.
She would never be caught dead with a pair of pointe shoes.
She moved like a rhythm plugging through her veins,
like she was attached to the club stereo as the lights flashed.

She was my idol.
She was 17 and dating 21.
She snuck out at night, she knew the bushes.
She blinked and the men fell at her feet.
She smiled and the room lit up like a lightning strike.

She was my idol.
She made friends with me even when I was years younger.
She was only human.
She would give you her last drop of water.
She would ask for help perfecting her makeup.

She was my idol.

Hey Jude- Beatles

It's just such a Beatles night had to leave my favorite here. (Thanks Tom, you know I'm looking at you.)

Vintage Bride

(I've got two completely different poems working here under the same overall theme. I kind of like the second stanza though.)

You can tell a lot by looking at a couple's wedding photos.
No matter what, each photo tells a story, an intricate web
of love and celebration and family. Every stitch of the lace
dress or the pant suit worn at the Justice of the Peace
is a reminder of the battle to get the in laws to agree
or the mixing of races, nationalities, cultures.

There was a woman, sitting in a frame, delicate lace
hanging in a sheath from her body, a wreath of white
roses crowning her dark hair. Black and white,
faded and wrinkled, the woman had a quiet pose
about her, a silent nod of happiness. Bright red lips,
porcelain skin, black eyes, she stood.

Reputation

It seems like such an abstract word
reputation.
who has it
how is it gained
how is it lost.
the truth is
reputation is controlled
you decide your fate
you decide if you will
spread rumors
gossip
lie
cheat.
only you decide if you are
scoundrel
slug
dirt
snake.
the truth is
it is inner morals
ability to forgive
and forget
your true intentions.

We are never ever getting back together- Taylor Swift

"I used to think that we were forever ever and I used to say 'never say never.' Well, we are never ever getting back together."

Taylor Swift's newest single. Gotta say, I do enjoy my Taylor sometimes.

Summer Childhood

I blink and summer has changed.

The sun lit mornings used to be

apple pancakes made by dad,

reading books in the grass,

swimming around in the pool.

Days meant giving the dog a bath

or having friends over to

cook smores over the fire in the backyard

or camp out in the 2 person tent,

running inside once it got too hot

or the thunder shook the tent.

Evenings were a family piled into a van

pajamas on, no shoes in sight,

driving to the local ice cream shop

to munch on cones and get yelled at

for dripping soft serve in the car.

Sometimes I wish everything could go back

to when it was simple. When boys had cooties

and there was no such thing as an income

or taxes. Summer meant the dread of going

back to school, not the excitement that work

was over. I want to take off my shoes,

run around the backyard and not have a care

because the world was mine.