Katie Feavel — Poetry RSS

the lack of stay

You say Be You. That’s how we glow.  Until the Me discomforts though. And the veiny tendrils of denial, Trickle down a spiny spiral, To the place no one belongs. You say Be Free. But go where we go. Fit inside this box like so. Be the contortionist we all know Will bleed and blur your light,  Be more alike.  The real is too real, For a raw that’s too plain.  You want to feel sane, But with ice in your veins,  It remains, reframes, To keep you stuck in Same.   Somehow you weren’t prepared, For the free that’s not fake. The Luck you keep insisting  Colors my own fate. My apparent successes, Which dismisses the misses, the blunders.  It...

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imagined things

A body knows such freedom, As abides in the tingle of Twirl, The orbit of extended limbs, And constricted soul unfurled.  Though Skip may match in luscious sense, A posture of childlike glee, This surge of joyous movement, Recommends itself to me.  Now Frolick has its own allure, As through a field might skim, The sticky sweet abandon, Leaves no one’s heartlight dim. Yet, Float, in all its apathy, May just as well surprise, This complacency embodied, May release more passive vibes.  But me, I think I’ll choose to Fly,  Release the constructs of my mind, Let flow inertia’s play, For on the ground does logic bind. The liberty of imagined things, Is where true Freedom lay.

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my friend, alone

Isolation is but a figment, An imagined thing. Examined at great length, As a shadow extended, From a former self, drawn out.  Seclusion, like a mirage,  Enfolds expectations. It’s pigment appearing most bold Till daylight casts its character,  Washed grey as death. No zest, nor zeal,  shall loneliness portend. For it is made of air, not string.  But a thing must be of substance  to hold its breath. Trust not the prison of the night. But ground the soul in darkness known.  Your friend, Alone, will tell the truth. For the fragile light of faith In solitude, does rest. 

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