Monthly Archives: April 2014

National Poetry Month – Day 11

Just to Feel Close

I brush my skin
against your knee
underneath the bar
just to feel close

To feel alive.

I drive the long way to work
hoping that I will see you
riding your bike.

My heart freezes in my chest
a pale, cold, ache
like frostbite
when I see your face

As I fall asleep
the sheets tangled
around my feet,
your name whispers
through my lips

Just to feel close.

National Poetry Month – Day 8

Today’s poem comes from a poetry prompt found on Creative Writing Now: Write a poem using three of the following words: expensive, lampshade, bruise, convincing.


The bruise was already

blossoming on her cheek


Her legs folded beneath her

broken lamp on the floor

her hands clinging to the beige lampshade

shards of glass surrounding


The broken vase was expensive

easy to replace

it would be harder to tell

a convincing lie

to her husband



did she let that man into her life.

Day 4

Today is the fourth day of National Poetry Month and also a Friday. To me Friday is about me. I always get off work by 2 or 3 in the afternoon so I have hours of time to myself. So today’s poem is an all about me style of poem

I am strawberry sunsets
Moonlight kisses
Holding hands under the stars
In the back of your silver truck
I am forehead kisses
And pouring rain
I am blue jeans
Made into daisy dukes
Flip flops all year round
I am a California dreamer
With ambitions of seeing the
Sun set in every corner of the globe
I am alone
But rarely lonely
I am in love with you

And food.

-Katherine Orr

National Poetry Month – Day 1

April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate I will write and a post a poem day.

National Poetry Month is a month-long, national celebration of poetry established by the Academy of American Poets. The concept is to widen the attention of individuals and the media—to the art of poetry, to living poets, to our complex poetic heritage, and to poetry books and journals of wide aesthetic range and concern. We hope to increase the visibility and availability of poetry in popular culture while acknowledging and celebrating poetry’s ability to sustain itself in the many places where it is practiced and appreciated.

The poems that I post will be largely unedited and just for fun. With out further ado- here is a poem from April 1st

tantric kisses

last all night long

skimming skin



roaming fingers –


falling helplessly

over a cliff

no grapples

forehead kiss

drift to sleep


– Katherine Orr