the sun was burning things
no one could stop it
the sun was trying to reach us
to touch us
the sun wanted to be known
to communicate
to be felt deeply
to be seen the sun was
just like us
just like us
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Tag Archives: solar
in the
niche the pocket of the
microcosm
like a planetary system
dependent upon
you
my sun
the least visible
most pressing
force
pretending we
are free
july (first cut)
tiles hold the sun. skin absorbs the heat. there are patterns in the floors but only the colors make any sense to me. i cannot feel a pattern. i can only hear the music in the colors. i only feel the sun inside my feet. i am july. on my hands and knees. i am not enough without the sun. on my belly. laughing into the pores of earth.
last drop
I would question the sun’s motives were he situated different, in closer proximity to the earth. If I got close enough for the interview, I would get all the answers I need. My pen would melt before I got a word down. Awakened by brilliant light, see me run toward the darkness at dawn.
You would be waiting for me at the plateau, I know, the last drop of water on the edge of our collective sanity machine.
sun.15
Released from her obligation
the sun sank into the ocean and slept
until the dawn
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| k by k. 2016 |
K reads ‘ Suns # 1,2,3
Original poetry written and performed
by Katya Mills, 2014
all rights reserved
faith
all i wanted was nothing i needed
when wanting
my need
superceded
i was told life is work
i was taught to work hard
i never knew faith
i thought
to control
even the sun
had to learn
without spin
the earth burn
even the sun
cannot control
all it made
all it touched
verdant spring
so inspired
even the sun
needs some faith
every night
to surrender
every night
we remember
every life
owes a debt
toward the sun
every morning
when the light comes
every life
looks up
to credit
the sun
its creation
far away
from me now
may my blood
sweat and tears
be the same
so my needs
my want
supercedes
without it
the darkness
eternally
leads
K IS SILENT 