~Perceptions

~Perceptions

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt

I bit down into you and found Zarathustra
Kicking and biting and praying
I sat, mouth gaping in the morning light, at all that you were saying
New worlds extended their hands to me
Doors of perception opened for me to see
We made love, ate bananas foster and drank herbal tea
Then that world disappeared

You looked into my eyes and saw the universe there
You recognized the goddess immediately
And I fell in love with you as hard as you fell for me
Your words were perfect and the craving for the Celtic song ceased
But duty had its demands and you had to be released
Now Barbie doll fairy tales fill your nights
Pressed shirts and  perfect finger nails and all is clean and white
And that world, too, disappeared

I dreamed of the Serengeti
We were large and powerful beasts
The land was sparse yet we had plenty
And our numbers were increased
The land had to be worked and our backs broke
There was no magic at first and the sun was cloaked
Simple creatures yet we were mated for life
The calm of what was routine resonated and washed away my strife
The dreamed ended and what remained true
Was the simple desire to live; and to abide with  you


©   KWL   2009

© 2010 Katherine Wyatt


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Even in the hardest of times love can shine bright... no matter what others see it is what the two hearts see that matters... a wonderfully philosophical poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Zarathustra, not sure what this word means here. I like this write. I think it's very well written. Has an amazing flow to it. Inspirational I must say as well.


Posted 14 Years Ago



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Katherine Wyatt
Katherine Wyatt

New Orleans and Metairie, LA



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