Unspoken Words
The Creative Works of LeAnn Kitchens
Poetry
Break a Rhyme.
If the sun swore on rainYou'd call it a curse
For even every river and stream
Have a certain course.
But what of the Nile,
That breaks the rule of rhyme;
Call her an outlaw,
Her vein a rebel line?
What if then,
There's a secret hill built
In this heart of mine,
Am I criminal to nature?
Or just, breaking a rhyme?
© LeAnn Kitchens
January 18, 2008
I Could Love Thee,
Murmuring Brook
Why do you darling,Flaunt this barrage,
And pent your churning waters up
Behind such fierce collateral
Like stubborn bark?
Here, humiliated, I stand
At the tangle, mesh, and lace
For a trickle to fall,
To tease my fingers,
As it unknowingly escapes.
I shouldn’t bid thee dam to break
Or for your bark to burst
But my small, unworthy hands
Have tremors, dear
And are dire in their thirst.
© LeAnn Kitchens
February 16, 2008
Willingly
like a daisyin the Wind,
I lean into you
surrendering to your Torrents,
Whatever they may do.
That in the morning when...
my yellow eye awakes
To give the morning dew a
soft shake
i'll find my pale mane still,
just tethered by your Breeze
Or my shroud of petals
distant, shredded,
(and willingly)
Seized.
© LeAnn Kitchens
February 26, 2008
