Author: katiahage

Clearly poem picture

Clearly

I don’t see you anymore
Though your face never leaves
My mind
In the path for us
Back
To centuries

Wildflowers

Song of the Flower XXIII – by Gibran Khalil Gibran

FEATURED POET – Gibran Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;

Tired - Willow tree

Tired

Tired
Of the day
Of the month
In my waking
my sleeping
Tired
My mind has trouble
Focus is lamentable
Presence is absence

Life’s Way

life has its own way
inviting itself back
into the feeble body

it bubbles with subtelty

Palm tree in sunset

you… amazing woman

it was an encounter
like no other that afternoon
as the sun set
its lights on the palm fronds

she looked at me
with her big eyes

Moon

Moon

Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.

old oak tree

Abundant

Do you know
How to hold
The abundance of a world
Offering itself
To you?

staircase lebanon home

Prayer

The incense grabs my being
slows down my walk
a peak inside the door
the candle lit
to the woman
who holds the earth
in the palm of her hand.

snow and ice on trees at Sassquatch mountain in British Columbia, Canada

Silence

The heavy breathing
Covers the sound
Of steps crunching
the white ground
Beauty speaking
Earthly bound
Swiftly flowing
On each mound

greenery on a nature walk in Bellingham Washington

When Love Cringes

When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a messageĀ 
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart