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