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    Last Burst of Color: A Book of Poetry
    Last Burst of Color: A Book of Poetry
    Last Burst of Color: A Book of Poetry
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    Last Burst of Color: A Book of Poetry

    By Katherine Mellan

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    Explore the love lost, the love found, and the hope cultivated in the life of a teenage girl becoming a woman. From Florida to Hawaii, from darkness to light and back again, these poems explore the lost spaces of our selves, from lust to God to nature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateOct 31, 2014
    ISBN9781483541945
    Last Burst of Color: A Book of Poetry

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      Last Burst of Color - Katherine Mellan

      poetry.

      Constant State of Grace

      i whisper,

      here i am.

      ripples on still water, a distorted reflection,

      all the colors entwined in each other.

      i am at peace following my wayward heart

      even though my path is twisted and turned

      and often, i travel alone.

      i explore the lost spaces of my Self

      and i am not afraid,

      though i tremble at the sorrow and joy

      i find within me.

      i try and peer into people,

      i want to know them so then, perhaps,

      i will know me.

      sometimes i hesitate to touch,

      wondering if i'm incapable of being a comfort.

      i am in a constant game of hide-and-seek

      with my answers

      and i love them although Truth is true Pain

      as much as it is true Joy.

      i am truly living in a constant state of grace,

      and i whisper,

      here i am.

      I Am Not My Mother

      wind through the reeds

      rippling the water

      letting the trees' whispering free.

      auburn hair

      can't relax

      tears in my eyes

      needing.

      (i am my mother.)

      blue eyes

      brown skin

      holding needing in.

      (i am my father.)

      curly auburn hair

      writing words with ashes

      learning to relax

      letting it all go

      so i can see what happens.

      (i am not my mother.)

      (i am not my father.)

      A Goodbye

      i let your emotions become my own

      and i was soon lost,

      until you left me alone in the forest and

      i sank beneath waves of despair.

      i was suddenly, painfully found.

      but now i wear my heartbreak and my courage

      like an open wound and a scar.

      i sit and bleed in silence,

      enjoying the feeling of feeling again.

      i don't know exactly where you are,

      but each evening i say goodnight, sweet dreams,

      i hope to never see you again,

      i hope i never leave my heart so close to your sweeping sword again.

      the heavens hear me and they weep shooting stars,

      the wind hears me and moans across the distances

      ruffling your hair and throwing snow from the mountaintops.

      i fear only that you will never leave --

      that if someone would look close enough,

      they would see you in the background of my stories,

      in between the lines of my poems,

      in the echoes of my words.

      i feel pain like the cruelest call of life

      to know that i want you gone forever,

      because our infatuation was so sweet…

      when it was sweet.

      now i am alone in the best way,

      without your attention, without your opinions.

      only my eyes will cut through the thin fabric

      i wrap around me.

      i will bleed, but i will be the one holding the dripping knife,

      i will cry, but it will be my words that bring the tears,

      i will laugh, but it will be my lightness that bubbles up.

      thank you for the memories, for the lessons,

      for the betrayal, for the love,

      thank you for the summer nights and long days,

      thank you for the encouragement,

      thank you for your cruelty,

      thank you for your beauty,

      for it has inspired me to new heights,

      heights which will soon be the stepping stones

      for my feet and hands

      as i climb up the rungs of Joy and Life

      and Pain and Truth

      to a greater and more wonderful understanding.

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