Poetry Pages

Inhale

. . . the eluding fragrances of daffodils, they mask my face with simplistic arrays of spring days. Through swirls of brown sand, memories trickle along the shoreline. Dropping off crumbles of a once fossilized land. Hand made castles of a childhood dream, alone with the beating of a blue-green sea. Smooth wave's crash against broken rock. The sound of my past, shattered, yet tough. The droplets of spring falling from above, comes not from pain but of being this free. A renewal of ivory, a wondering creature allowed to breath. I suddenly see.

by Katina

Gliding Innocence

Softly,

as a

newborns

skin

Failing. While the Earth remains Stagnate. Ivory-pale and fresh, the birth A joy. To touch Iridescent, quite as lovely-soaring Precariously. Distinct of all others, Moving with grace. A ballet, an orchestra, Finely tuned. Harmonic dances, Fleeting. With the breeze of days to come, Joy for capturing. So long as the light, Does not fail. Nor rain eludes, Today. With heart and courage, I will fall. Against the frailty of rapid, Symmetry. Elongated motion, so carefully. I choose, I will settle. Down below, Your horizon. Escaping injustice, of the sky. Before me, To the ground. Where lives are born. Allowed to, touch me. Softly, as a newborns skin. To glide freely. Wherever I choose.

Proud,

just as

I am.

by Katina

Wings

 Dedicated to Jason Leroy Estep 

1/5/89

Alone in my room.

Thoughts, dreams, worries, and gloom.

Wings take me to you.

by Katina

HOPE With hope

You can dream

Without hope

You do not live

Without a dream

You merely survive

by Katina

THERE ARE TOO MANY

WOMEN FACED WITH DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

IN OUR SOCIETY

He called me up to say

I'm sorry.

"I changed--I promise I will do it better"

Ten minutes latterthe telephone rang again. His voice was much coarser.

Threatening tones crossed.

I almost gave in.

There are many others,

so many,just too many.

Afraid,

trapped,

no money.

Will gone,

hope none, reaching out, I made it. There are many,

so many others;

who will not be here tomorrow.

Because of this uncanny fear:

afraid,

trapped,

no money.

There are too many.

Where has society gone?

by Katina

You know my name: give in.

I ask you doctor what

can you offer me?

The woman who has

fallen. Down at your

feet, my tears do

speak. Why, must I?

Beg, and plead-

Give to me what

I have paid for, not

in a dream, or

billed for.

Hope, the colures

red and green, I

stopped believing

in God one day.

Then, shadows

moon, fog, it

followed me. Home

one day, and down

on my knees. I begged,

I wept, I asked him

to forgive me.

Piercing, long needles

sharp, drilled to bone

shall I be put to sleep?

No, we cannot, it will

but fade. Trust us, they

say, we have degrees.

Morrow came, I remember

well, fresh cut leaves

aroma thick. I could

finally breath, again

without, this evil

latent, misery.

A mere pin prick.

"Please return,

when the pain comes back."

But, what if? What if, doc...

"I'm glad I could help,

to set you free."

Those words,

tonight, I remember well.

Knock, knock, whose there?

I asked the clock. It's me,

you know--to well.

"I have a name."

Your life, you gave

to me one night, one car sped

fast, the sign was red.

"Mom, oh mom, where did

you go?"

I remember now, what I did tell.

Sorry, my little man, your mom

was stolen, her life is owned

by this thing called pain, it knows

her well.

Tomatoes red, bright sun, clean

sand. I smiled bright, then a dark

spiders web, emerged within.

I know it well.

Alluring-me, to reach its hand.

"Come closer woman, you know

me well."

I am your fait, you know my name.

There is no hope, it is not Gods will.

Three tear drops, one broken glass

feeling gone.

My, writing hand.

"She's loosing the fight," you know it

well. Tantrums, heartache, one

lonely woe, beg not for her.

There is no escape.

You know my name, doc

how must she beg? Give in to it,

or there will be to her,

The End

--Katina Marie Woodruff

Authors Note:

(1st draft)

10/31/07 11:11PM

This is an Allegorical Poem about pain, hope

and religion in my life.

by Katina

PAINS OF WAITING

Burgundy leaves dried and crisp

One small hand, touched, on

Showered window glass

Reaching, searching, longing, fighting

Triumph, probing, yearning, asking

Where you lead me do I follow through

Freezing, bitter, ice-crystals, glistening

Cinnamon, baking, candles, looking, through

Frosted window pane

Kneeling, sobbing, sulking, regretting,

Crouching, sniveling, moping, remorseful,

Time for

Iridescent lights, gold, silver rays

Yellow finches, spring herbs, young brides

Birthday's pasted, never mentioning, never asked for

Flying, dancing, praying, searching,

Soaring, penetrating, pleading dancing,

There can only be one way to find the

Blazing reds, high receding water

Picnics, weaving, grass stains jarring,

Sunset gone, cherished moments, window pain fallen,

Celebrating, contemplating, researching, waiting

Dreaming, kicking, biting, screaming

Where are you my son's have gone to?

Burgundy leaves dried and crisp

One small hand, touched, on

Showered window glass

Kneeling, sobbing, sulking, regretting,

Crouching, sniveling, moping, remorseful,

Could this be the time for

Remember days, long gone despairing

Streaking, flowing, dripping, aching

down my window pain have fallen,

Take my hand boy

Come here and follow

Window pains, loss time, awaiting

Claret leaves, desiccated and brittle

Shimmering illumination, bullion, hoary emission

Astringent, glacial, frost gemstone, full of glitter

Shining reds, towering, retreating waters

Feeble worries, lapse in memory, no more wishing

I'll be waiting by my window.

Meandering rain, touched paint free falling

Crimson streaks there are no warnings

Never to pity, nor dissipating

Morning glories, sweet violet ambers

Children of mine I'll be waiting for you,

Time soars on my love remembers.

Dedicated to Jason, Joseph and Patrick

xoxoxoxoxox

by Katina

LIFE

With age comes wisdom.

With sorrow comes understanding.

With youth comes all the joy and mischief,

That drives us all insane for a time.

Today I will remember the past.

I will live for today.

I will reach for the dreams of tomorrow.

I will never succumb to the pain of the present day

Nor any of life's tragedies.

I will live with

Courage,

Audacity

And

Hope

For yet another day

Katina Marie Woodruff (C) 2005

by Katina

Today I saw myself, 

not the five layers of makeup 

or the wavy brown hair

that has been curled and 

parched. Not the back brace

lying on the bathroom 

floor.

"I absolutely refuse to wear."

I saw someone different

sitting in a class, with

twitching legs and unsure eyes. 

I saw a person, 

the real person inside. 

I may not be sure of myself, 

or of my writing skills

But, today I saw something

that has never surfaced before. 

Walking into the classroom 

then saying my goodbyes. I saw me

for the first time in years. 

When I entered my car 

I took a deep breath. So

glad class was over. 

"No more self doubt."

Driving down State Route 315, 

something came over me

that never happed before.

I pulled the car over

and looked onto the floor. 

There was a small business card 

with words scribbled in. 

The card read, 

                       "September 9, 2002,"

and onthe front it said: 

                          Never look back 

                         just hang in there. 

The date on the card 

was my first day of class  

Katina Marie Woodruff

© March 9, 2006

 by Katina