troubling to be
in the depths of a mood swing
narrow passage upon
an ocean of feelings
you drop to the bottom of a swell
hoping to
ascend
#katyamills
troubling to be
in the depths of a mood swing
narrow passage upon
an ocean of feelings
you drop to the bottom of a swell
hoping to
ascend
#katyamills
you cannot fight her. she’s the ocean by KatYa i went to the ocean and crashed into a giant wave; it was like a slate wall, transparent green. i had only a white undershirt on when we collided and black boyshorts underneath, and the wave did not hurt but it slapped and broke into many […]
you cannot fight her. she’s the ocean
above the sea
a lonely barn flanked with stables
where horses once hung
their heads
the sea cannot be
contended
you become a boy
place a flower in my hair
she thunders she
outlives us
all
#katyamills
one morning you sit down
to your work with your coffee
beside you and
the tides have been broken
they have turned on the ocean!
this is what you came for
so suddenly
emergent
disciple to words
the reading
the writing
your voice is upon you
you’ve found yourself! finally
the struggle is gone
you no longer push into page
strangely awakened
enveloped by an undercurrent
you sing the song you were born to sing
you come thrashing to surface!
like faith
you cannot see it
you only feel it
you know
these are the moments a writer lives by!
when time loses interest
appetite gone silent
and the sentences form on their own
full of spirit!
making meaning
full of feeling!
with rhythm and rolling
you collide with the page
like a strike
when you’re bowling
thank the stars
thank the gods
you got lucky
kid
by KatYa
Squids spray ink across
the under
water
the tide goes out
in
gallons of heartfelt
prose
© KatYa
And suddenly the long uneven thickening and thinning motion which we followed for days, to some terrifying expanse of the same substance, which slipped through our hands and burrowed easily into earth, endless before us; suddenly jumped up into the air, unseen, and immersed us, standing there. We tried to take cover, yet still could not escape it.
I shivered so long. I knew not would we survive. One of us took on a strange chill, became quiet and very hot to touch. Then ceased to be anymore. Another one then began to shake and call. Overtaken by the bitter salty substance fell out the eyes for days on end. They, too, would soon cease to be.
The rest of us finally understood. We fell down before the mighty moving creature. We prayed. Then cupped our hands around it, breaking some off from the whole (though appeared unbroken), and looked at one another one last time; then took it to the lips and raised our eyes to the sky, open pale of neck, and let the substance seep into ourselves! A most unusual feeling as it reached down into me! Further!
We waited. We then fell one at a time, to earth, and fell asleep awaiting.
Then rose I know not when or how! And smiled! And embraced one another! For we were still alive!
From this moment forward, we drank and followed the uneven line of this great, mysterious, borderless, lightness of mass. Trusting. Cupping it in our hands and hollowed tree limbs. It led us to verdant wonders never before seen, or known! We listened and the sound, once frightful, was now soothing us to sleep. The air was fresh, and colorful at times!
And in the mornings, sometimes, as light awakened life… we immersed ourselves entire, in cool and friendly waters still. Life would never be the same.