Sad Autumn Song

So sorry for the many months of blog neglect. Life got busy, though mostly in a good way. This is actually a poem I wrote a while ago, but newly revised. Thought I should post it while we're still in the fall.

Sad Autumn Song

Fallen

leaf,

breeze

carrying you

in slow 

circles

till you reach

the soft earth.

Memories

of your brightest

green

shine on me

with the autumn sun,

sweet summer, 

gone,

and after a

last burst of

gold

you fade,

the wind weeps

and you're gone,

how I yearn to reach

for you as you

fall away;

but I can only

watch as 

you go down 

and become 

one with

the 

roots.

Music Haiku

On music I float

Down a river so gently

To seas of blue beats

Sun Shower

Spring sun

beats gently bright,

replacing frost with

flowers as I sit in

its light, warmth

pouring into me

in a rain of rays

Quiet

Noise of the

city seeps

into me

until it clangs

like clashing

drums
and I cling
to the peace
in nothing,

silence a song

of stillness

I sink into,

ears resting

to its tuneless

symphony

For My Future Valentine

One day

we will walk

hands clasped

white hair

billowing

in the breeze

as we laugh

and speak of

children grown

and of life

shared,

like a painting

with strokes

sometimes severe

mixed with sweet
softer, shades;

and we gaze 

at our
masterpiece,

imperfectly perfect.

And so patiently,

I wait.

Airplane Dreams

How lovely to

be lost in clouds,

flying through

wisps of white

bathed in blue,

serenity in the silky

sun-drenched sky

Hope

Swimming

in the sea

again

vastness

stretching on

yet now

waves

push me

peacefully

to the place

I’ve almost

seen,

    a million miles

    still and

storms

may turn

the current

cruel

but for now

I glide,

    content.

Struggle

I am like a

small silhouette

staring out 

at sea,

unknown splendor

just beyond

the vastness.

I run in

swim

but salty coldness

sprays

slaps

stings,

wild waves

like arms

menacing

shove me back

on shore

and I sit,

exhausted

sodden

as yet again

I stare.

Oh, but the

splendor!

Squinting, I can

almost

see it.

And so again

I run in.

Hugs

How I love

to get
lost in arms

interlocking,

warmth

wrapping me
in like a

blanket for

my soul,

safe from

winter’s

deep chill

Haiku: For My Niece

One day a woman
Now, sweet smallness in my arms
Innocence divine

Forgotten

Fragile rose,
you burst into
lush red
beauty
full and fragrant,
gazed at
admired
loved;
but how
the still room
softly echoes
as your petals
peel
and fall

Beginnings

Just a brief introduction: My name is Kayla Klatzkin, and I am a New York-based writer. Though I have never had much talent with a brush, I have long had a passion for painting with words. This blog is a place for me to practice my strokes.

I plan to update regularly, a minimum of once or twice per week, but if the inspiration strikes…let’s just say there’s no maximum! Your thoughts and feedback are always appreciated, so please feel free to comment or email me.

Like many an artist, I yearn to create beautiful things. If I can achieve this on here, even just a few times, I will consider this blog worth doing. So here I go, taking out my easel and canvas. Thanks so much for coming along with me!


Beginnings

As if
emerging out
of a pool
pristine
I begin
cleansed,
golden warmth
lighting my
face
as I stare
at a cloudless
sky of endless
sapphire