poetry

seaweed (a poem)

seaweed like a corpse slices
across the beach, with tendrils
like emerald fingers clutching
for the briny, golden shore.

i walk to it, curiosity seeping
out of me, wondering why
it looks as if medusa’s scalp
has suddenly washed ashore.

where did this come from?
why now did the sublime sea
think it timely to spit up
this messy creature before me?

but eventually my interest
fades, just like the sunset
slipping across this
balance beam of horizon.

there is so much more here
than this beached seaweed:
there is the stab of mystery
that brings me to the edge.


AN EXPLANATION.

Hello, my dear readers!

I am sorry I have been MIA lately (check out next Friday’s blog post for the explanation). You guys give me so much inspiration, and I do feel like I have been missing out in the past few days, as I have not been active on WordPress. That being said, I am back and very much excited to be part of this community’s happenings!

“seaweed” is a poem I wrote for creative writing class last autumn. It’s not one of my favorite poems, but I thought it would be applicable to this blog, as we like to discuss philosophy and mystery here at Katie Kay.

There is something poignant about things we cannot fully understand. Maybe what I mean by this is that we see something as vast and powerful as the ocean, and despite knowing what it is, we’re not really able to fathom it completely. Okay, some of you skeptics out there are like: “Huh? What is this girl talking about?” But I’m here to say that when I look out into the vast beyond, I am normally quite astounded by the immense unknowns. We don’t know what all is there, despite having a basic understanding of what the ocean is.

Here I go again rambling, but I’m serious: Consider a place in nature, and think on it for a second. Maybe your place is a park in your hometown, or a mountaintop that has special meaning to you, or a beach where you dig your toes into the sand. Imagine yourself there, and then close your eyes. Hear the sound of the ocean, or the wind, or the whistle of the birds. Fully envision yourself there.

Now reflect on what you feel, what you’re thinking, what you’re imagining, as you dive into this place you’ve chosen. Probably you’ve found yourself wondering a whole lot more about your world than this special place in your heart.

Today I challenge you to take a moment and reflect on your life. We’re not guaranteed every day on this planet, so we must make the most of the time we’ve got. And for me, that’s finding solace in nature, even when things aren’t as pretty as they seem.

Okay! We will have a brighter post on Monday. I think Monday will be a “life” post, and then you can expect an “update” post next Friday, in which I explain what I’ve been up to.

I’m very excited to get back into the swing of reading your posts, and I mean that! Thank you for keeping up with me in the meantime.

-K.

 

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on the cusp (a poem)

when life feels like an hourglass,
i seek solace in what i love most:
fingers strewn over the keys
of a dirty MacBook Air,
eyes strained from the creamy glow
of a blank Word document,
my mind finally relaxed,
a digital massage.

what can i craft, like an architect
and blueprints and concrete magic?
where can i go, like a world traveler
and tennis shoes and a weathered map?
who will i meet, like a writer
and a pen and a sheet of paper?
the possibilities are endless,
and they are mine.

when the stress is overwhelming,
and the real world clamps down tight,
i remember my sweet escape,
the riskiness of a writer and her
invented world. my blood boils
as i pan for gold, waiting on the cusp
of my world to unleash itself
upon my very fingertips.


AN EXPLANATION.

Hello, my beautiful and wonderful readers!

I hope you all are doing great as we begin this new week in August 2019. For today’s post, I wanted to share with you all this poem I wrote in autumn 2018, and I think it will relate to a lot of you who are writers and wish to showcase your emotions to the world.

For writers there is almost no greater passion than chugging out our thoughts on paper (or in my case, a Word doc hehe). We have thoughts and emotions bubbling to the surface of our blood, and there is no escape greater than releasing what we need to express. As a writer, I have found that this process is almost like taking a crucial test: There is buildup and anxiety that is followed by relieved elation at finishing the test. (Of course, the grader is one’s audience, but that is another story altogether.)

“on the cusp” can relate to more than just writing. Some of you have other passions that you must share with the world. I’m serious. You may think I’m lying, but I truly believe each and every one of you have an amazing purpose that has put you on Earth at this particular moment in time. So, if you’re not exactly sure what your “sweet escape is,” take a moment and reflect today.

What relieves your stress? What frees you from the pressures of this world? What gives you the greatest joy?

Consider, and make an effort to implement more of your time into your joy.

Much love,

-Katie Kay. ❤

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barrier (a poem)

on a chilly golden shore
we stand, shoes forgotten
on the concrete. time
is our only barrier,
not the vast ocean before us.

there is so much to be said,
but no one wants to say
what we’re all thinking:
we are growing older,
wave by wave.

in only a little while, we will fade
away, a sunset of adolescent dreams
and wishful thinking, and so
the questions pore out of us
like crabs peeking from the sand.

who will we be, time? who will we
become? when we come back,
if we come back, things
will be different, and i will
always wonder why.


AN EXPLANATION.

I wrote this poem for creative writing class in October 2018. I remember reflecting on my friend group at the time, as we enjoyed taking late night escapades to the ocean. While some college kids prefer drunkenness at frat houses, my friends and I wanted nothing but a quick rendezvous to the sea, where we could run around like total goofs. This used to be a common theme for us. Someone would send out a text, and then we were rushing to a car to get to that ocean as fast as we could.

Over time this practice began to wither away. As the school year nudged on, we became busier with projects, homework, jobs, and flight time rather than being stupid kids with nothing better to do.

I will always be able to look back fondly at where the inspiration of this poem came, but I still appreciate how life operates. We are never guaranteed anything on this planet, and that’s okay. Relationships sour, and situations strike us down, but we have our memories until the day we die, and this can uplift us in times of stress and sadness.

Time is a blessing and a curse. It’s a barrier in the sense that it blocks us from eternity on this planet, but sometimes it’s the barriers that force us to realize what we need to do in our lives. Just because a barrier is there does not mean it can’t be broken.

Today I’m going to ask you to consider your own barrier. What is the thing that is constricting you in this moment? When did this barrier first become prevalent in your life? Why is it prevalent in the first place?

Just ponder for a few moments…

Malibu, California (December 2018)

THANK YOU!

Thank you, my dear readers. You guys are constantly inspiring me to challenge myself when it comes to writing, and I really appreciate it.

❤ ❤ ❤

-K.

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HUMILITY (a poem)

a humble spirit
is a spirit
psalmody

as it requires
sweet modesty,
sour honesty

the humble one
lowers his back
to carry another

and opens his door
to shield the alien
searching for cover

humility
is a virtue
from the cosmos

and yet sometimes
not even the stars
value its glow

HUMILITAS

the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one’s own importance, rank, etc

Psalmody? What the heck does that even mean? To be honest I started this poem out with this following stanza:

a humble spirit
is a spirit
to emulate

While this is true, the rhyme scheme of the poem kind of took off in later stanzas, and I needed a word that rhymes with honesty. While psalmody doesn’t really rhyme, it came from a list of pseudo rhymes, and I was like, “What does that even mean, and how would it relate to a poem on humility?”

However, I did some more research and found that psalmody basically means relating to the biblical Psalms, or the singing of psalms or similar sacred canticles, especially in public worship. This perfectly relates to humility, as it can be an adjective to highlight how important it is to spread an attitude of self-modesty in order to promote others before oneself.

Humility is the opposite of pride (if you want to read my poem on pride, you can check it out here.) And despite its intrinsic value to all–as a humble spirit generally aids its host and those around–it isn’t praised enough as a value to emulate.

What do I mean by this? Look at any media source. The celebrities and politicians of today are not humble, by any means. Instead, our media flaunts images of wealth, grandeur, and deceit in order to sell a product, which we then buy into. Why isn’t it that our society is interested in the humble people who serve others even when it jeopardizes  their own safety?

Sometimes we see and hear stories of Good Samaritans, but it is no secret that those who are humble wish to conceal it. And a prideful society is going to promote the self-seeking rather than those with a different mindset.

What does a humble spirit look like? Well, each humble spirit is different. There are shyer humble personalities, and there are more outgoing humble personalities. There is no set checklist of how a humble person must act, except that he or she is doing so in order to help others.

Today consider yourself. Think of your heart, and how you can help someone else today. Be filled with gratitude and charity for others, and use your humility to aid others. Listen to a friend in help; challenge someone’s perspective through friendly dialogue. Do whatever you normally do, but remember to be a person who wants to see better in the world through others, not just yourself.


DAY 7 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Wow, guys! Can you believe it? Day 7 is done!

This challenge has been incredibly fun, but I am glad it is over. I love providing poems for you, but it’s time to move on to some new material. We’re going to head back to two-a-week posts (I’m sorry, but I’ve got a check ride to study for, guys) that will cover various topics such as travel, writing, and poetry. Honestly, I’ll write whatever you guys want to hear about! If there’s something you’re genuinely curious about, just leave a comment and I’ll write what you request.

On Monday, which is tomorrow haha, I will write a conclusion post on the Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues to tie up what we’ve gone over. I’ll probably go through my favorite poems of the series and go over some more sins/virtues I want to add a few more thoughts on. But then after that–we’re off to new material!

You guys are amazing, and I can’t wait to hear from you.

-K. ❤

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GRATITUDE (a poem)

saying a simple thank you
can change a life

just like telling the truth
absorbs one’s lies

gratitude is a virtue
to keep inside

one’s swollen heart
and fragile mind


GRATIA

the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful

A thankful spirit is a cherished spirit. Think of the kindest people you’ve met, those who touch your heart, and I bet you’ll come up with some qualities from this Seven Day Challenge, including the virtue of gratitude. Someone who is thankful in what he or she does is a person who recognizes the mysterious and delicate qualities of life.

A thankful spirit understands that time on our beautiful planet is limited, so it is important to produce more positive energy than negative. A thankful spirit puts action into practice through these positive emotions.

Today I challenge you guys to thank someone you’ve never met before. Who knows who this person is, or what they’ve done, but find that person and say, “Thank you for…” Yes, this may put you out of your comfort zone, but I bet you it will make the other person’s day (and maybe yours too).

(P.S. Gratitude is the antithesis of an envious spirit. If you’d like to read my poem on envy, you can do so here.)


DAY 6 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

And we’re almost done! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty grateful for this challenge. That being said, I’m ready to move on to the next project, and I hope you’ll continue to read this blog with as much vigor as you’ve done in these past two weeks. Be on the lookout for our final virtue tomorrow, and then we’ll wrap it up with a concluding post on Monday.

Much love. And don’t forget my challenge to you! You won’t regret it. I promise.

-K.  ❤

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PATIENCE (a poem)

our lives are measured
in heart beats and ruby
red stop signs

we close our eyes, and
the next second a year
has gone on by

we grow sick and tired
of the same old things,
the same old lies

and wonder when it will
be our time to find
love, liberty, life

just remember, old soul,
that wounds and bruises
don’t heal overnight

but with patience
i’m sure you’ll overcome,
and be just fine


PATIENTIA

the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain,without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.

Frustration and a loss of temper are terrible feelings that dry our insides out. However, a shower of patience can do quite the trick, if you’re able to recognize the feeling. Patience is hard to master. It’s an emotion that requires time and work, and most of us are people on-the-go. We want things to go according to plan in a timely fashion, and if they don’t we’re on the warpath.

This is when we must learn patience. Nothing in life is a guarantee or assurance. We must be willing to come to grips with that, and take a few moments to breathe, regroup, and assess. While I am not advocating for getting trampled on, I do think a patient person is generally wiser than a rash person, as a patient person is more willing to work with others in the process of life.

The next time you grow irate or annoyed, consider patience as a salve. Use it, and see the results. ❤

(If you want to read my poem “Wrath” (the antithesis of patience), check it out here.)


DAY 5 OF SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE

Thank you guys for reading Day 5 in this Seven Day Challenge. I cannot believe we only have two days left, but I am excited to share other materials that I’ve been preparing during my time of poetic reflection.

Remember to have patience today, and comment below how being patient has helped you in the past!

Much love,

-K.

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CHARITY (a poem)

sweet charity should be
like an ever-flowing
mountain brook,
a lifetime supplier
of sustenance from a
dignified mother earth.

but when our pockets are
filled with greed and our hearts
lacking love,
doc’s orders: Charity
is the only drug one
should never get enough of.


CARITAS.

generous actions or donations to aid the poor, ill, or helpless

Charity is one of the most important virtues, in my opinion, as it asks us to place others above the self.  Charity’s antithesis is the darker element of greed, which places the self above others.

Today challenge yourself to consider a charitable action that you can do for someone else in the next twenty-four hours. This can be anything from listening to a friend to donating food. See how your spirit feels after this act, and harness that power into good for others every day. Some only associate charity with monetary deliverances, but there are so many different ways to help others. It’s up to you to lend a hand, though.

(If you care to read my poem on greed, check it out here.)


DAY 3 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Thank you so much for reading and participating in this series! I hope you all are having a fantastic day, and make sure to comment below if you have any thoughts on this post. I love interacting with you all and getting to know you a little bit better through this platform.

Your support means the world to me!

-K. ❤

 

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TEMPERANCE (a poem)

why do i want so much
of the things that corrode
my body and my soul.

instead of recognizing
the power of restraint
that mends my body whole.

temperance,
oh how i want you
as a friend and a guide.

so one day
i will say: my
gluttony has died.

MODERATIO

1. moderation or self-restraint in action, statement, etc.; self-control.
2. habitual moderation in the indulgence of a natural appetite or passion, especially in the use of alcoholic liquors

Hello, my dear readers! Today is Day 2 of the Seven Heavenly Virtues series, and we’re going to focus on temperance today. While temperance in my home country of the United States is generally associated with the Temperance Movement (an effort to curb the consumption of alcohol in the Prohibition Era days), I don’t really want to talk about alcohol today.

Instead, I want you guys to realize that the antithesis of gluttony (consuming things in excess) is temperance, which asks us to control and monitor what we are putting into our souls. To me, this can be food, alcohol, or drugs that we’re taking in excess. But it can also refer to things of a mental nature, such as social media or insert whatever is bothering you at this current point in time.

Today I want to challenge you to consider something that is restraining you. For example, I struggle with the amount of time I’m on my phone, so I have created a time limit of two hours for each day. (Does this seem like a lot? It does, but somehow it is so easy to blow through two hours.)

Whatever is bothering you, whatever you’re consuming… Think on it, and practice self-control. Set limits. Talk to friends. Realize that the best thing you can do is open up with yourself to cut out negative energy.

(And if you’d like to check out my poem on gluttony, the antithesis of temperance, check it out here.)


DAY 2 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Thank you guys for reading!! So far I have not been too impressed by my poems in this series, so I am hoping I can produce some better material for you all soon. We’re headed to my favorite virtues soon. Comment below the ones you’re excited to see, if you want!

Much love everyone,

-K.

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CHASTITY (a poem)

chastity erodes slowly
like time on a diamond

or 

chastity dies out quickly
like the flame of a candle

but

whatever the truth, will
i ever be chaste enough?


CASTITAS

1. the state of being chaste; purity
2. abstention from sexual intercourse; virginity or celibacy: a vow of chastity

Hello my dear readers! Are you ready to take on the Seven Heavenly Virtues today? I am! After a week of diving deep into some pretty gnarly sins (gnarly, who am I?), we are going to examine the counterparts regarded as things to emulate. Now these are traditionally associated with the Catechism of the Catholic Church, but I think we all can look at each of these virtues with an open mind. (I’m not Catholic, but I am very open to see what these virtues are!)

Chastity is in direct opposition to lust (check out that poem here, if you dare). Chastity asks its host to be in a state of purity. Listed above are two important definitions to note: The first relating to a continuous state of purity, which I see as mental and non-sexual; the second relating specifically to sex.

Now it is not my intention to ruffle any feathers. I would prefer not to go into in-depth detail here, but I did write a poem on this virtue, and I do believe in its importance. Chastity asks us to remain pure of the world’s dark sins. It asks us to remain pure-hearted with our intentions.

I will not go into much more detail, because I do not want to harp on any particular subject, but just know that this poem can be interpreted in so many different ways. It is up to you to deduce what you see within the words.


DAY 1 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

So now we are back to “Day 1” though it is really Day 8 of a two-week challenge. Ugh, how confusing! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed today’s poem, but I am more excited for the upcoming ones. I think there will be some interesting points to make, and you guys do not be afraid to jump in and share your thoughts. I love your dialogue!

Thanks again, my dears!

-K.

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PRIDE (a poem)

pride is a bubble blown
from lips dry with the
sound of my own words

pride is a balloon rising
into the sky with my
soul at the helm

pride is a humble POP!
when things fall apart
and i realize
i do not
know it
all

and what i know
means nothing
when my blood
has dried up


SUPERBIA*

a foolishly and irrationally corrupt sense of one’s personal value, status, or accomplishments  used synonymously with hubris. In Judaism, pride is called the root of all evil. -Wikipedia

According to the internet, the sin women struggle with most is pride (for men, it is lust. I am not the internet, so hopefully you don’t take offense to my claims). I know I am guilty of a hyper inflated pride at times, and this is why humility is a cure that must be cultured in response to this particular affliction.

In high school I read a play called Oedipus Rex by Sophocles that offered my first in-depth study of hubris, a term that “describes a personality quality of extreme or foolish pride or dangerous overconfidence.” In this play, Oedipus’s downfall culminates from his own ego. While the play has a fatal ending, we can examine our own lives under a similar (but hopefully not as dramatic) lens.

Have you ever been around a cocky person who seems to know it all? There’s a good chance you have. Maybe you are that person, and you don’t know it. The thing is, it’s okay to admit you don’t know it all, but when your ego inflates and inflates, it’s like a bubble (kudos to the poem above). Eventually the cockiness will expand to capacity, and the bubble, the balloon, the ego will pop–leaving damaged shreds of you in its wake.

Pride should be harnessed for motivation’s sake, as you must be willing to counter this ego problem with humility. A humble spirit is one that cares for others, the earth, and the self with a lens of emotion for the greater good, whereas pride asks its host to rely on the self.

What happens when one relies on the self? It may feel good for a while, because pride is a good feeling. But like most good feelings, there’s a timestamp, and then things are going to change. Eventually, a person will be knocked off his or her feet and forced to reexamine everything.

Consider your own heart today. Are you prideful? Is your heart consumed by pride? Learn to recognize your struggles, and combat them with humility.

*According to our good old friend the internet, there are two definitions of pride: One being the aforementioned negative “sin” on which I am writing, and the second as follows: “A humble and content sense of attachment toward one’s own or another’s choices and actions, or toward a whole group of people, and is a product of praise, independent self-reflection, and a fulfilled sense of belonging.” This second, positive vision of pride is not what we are discussing today.


DAY 7 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Can you guys believe we’re all ready at the conclusion of this challenge? I’m at a complete loss! Where did the time go?!?!

While I am sad that the week is gone, I am super excited to move into lighter territory. It’s time for some heavenly virtues! Beginning on Monday (which is tomorrow, yay!) we will dive into our hearts and look at the antitheses of these Seven Deadly Sins. We will dive in the Seven Heavenly Virtues that ask us to sift through our hearts with care and compassion for all.

Thank you guys for following me on this incredible journey! It has been wildly rewarding, much more than I can fully write.

Much love,

-K.


QUICK SHOUTOUT TO YOU GUYS!

Yesterday was my best viewed day since beginning my blog. Funnily enough, I had some stress from the prior days that made me say, “Screw it. I’m not writing a blog post today” (that post being the poem “Envy”). But my spirit rebounded, I wrote “Envy,” and published it that morning. All the sudden I was getting so many views from you guys (my favorite supporters!), and my heart soared.

I say this to remind anyone who is struggling out there to remember what you love doing. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Be yourself, and things will eventually fall into place, even if it doesn’t feel like that’s possible at first.

How do I know this?

You guys demonstrated that for me just yesterday. For that, I will always be appreciative.

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P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND AND BLOG SUPPORTER SINCE DAY 1, MISS GIVENCHY!!!