I write poetry but I don’t call myself a poet :)
I dreamed you dead, Twice, Though the first time I knew it wasn’t true. Aching and stressful, yes, But a dream through and through.
By Katherine Eadie 3 years ago in Poets
Fields of lifeless gray Sometimes it’s not a bad thing When things turn out blue
Reaching for the stars An impossible request Composed of stardust
Is that a mountain Or am I just in a hole I will never know
Simple little hill I can make you a mountain If I start to crawl
She was making room Hoping to fill it with love — Sorry bout the mess.
No one is there when I finally get home. I don’t even remember leaving. The front door is ajar, and it’s dark inside.
By Katherine Eadie 4 years ago in Poets
There is a coming home That only my bed knows. Ready to welcome me for days An extended vacation And there is always a vacancy.
I watch as the sun kisses me goodnight on purpose. I lean into the orange. The inexplicable orange. The rusty but rose orange.
By Katherine Eadie 5 years ago in Poets
