Born Again

Born Again (Free Verse)
By Kathryn Best (me)

Sitting alone in the blanket of night
silently alienated beneath
the vast splendor of stars
that invite trust in the divine

I find my thoughts cast
on whispered memories
from another season of life
when I had the faith of a child.

There was no searing doubt for
the Immortal Being that made
Himself known in writing
read to me by lantern light.

Oh the duality of past and present
where now I sit in a constant hebetude
enamored by this laughing world
where I seek my adjunct pleasures.

Sitting alone in the blanket of night
silently alienated beneath
the vast splendor of stars
that invite trust in the divine

I found the help I needed
to be reborn.

Two Short One Silly

I decided to try my hand at a haiku and a limerick. I have never really put much thought into writing my poems in proper form and as I am currently taking a poetry class I have been challenged to do so.

The haiku is a traditionally short poem, commonly about nature, with three lines of 5,  7, 5 syllables.

The morning sun fills

my heart with much needed hope
as it warms my skin.

A limerick is also a traditionally short poem, commonly known for it’s silliness and frequently bawdy flavor. It has a rhyme scheme of aabba and five lines with varying lengths. The first and second lines often have 7-10 syllables, the third and fourth lines should be shorter with 5 syllables, and the fifth line should have 7-10 syllables again.

Elf on the Shelf
There was a small elf on a shelf

That could not move far by himself.
Each day he would wait
For his preordained fate
In hopes it would not cost his health.


Losing You

How did we get so far apart
along time's short avenue?
Did a small amount of distance 
really tear our hearts in two?

I stood by you through light and dark; 
I did not run away.
Yet suddenly what was a bond
has completely gone astray. 

We swore we'd show the world
what it meant to be a friend.
But now I'm standing here alone...
Are you going to keep your end?

I promised I would fight for you
until my dying day.
No matter what it is you choose, 
it will always be that way.

The silence may grow weary.
My heart may find it's death.
But I will not let go of you
Until my final breath.


Collection of Life Poems

They Think Her Name is Silence
Blurred lines
No definition.
An empty soul
With no clear vision.
The world looks on and sees a “sweet girl,” and they think her name is

I dream of days
Where we ride paths
That never end
And eat ice cream
On stairs marked
By memories of childhood.

Wind in my hair;
Windows down, music up!
That beat, thrum, Thrum, THRUM,
Matching the rhythm of my heart.
I want to go far and never come back.

Empty Spaces
Mornings filled with silence.
Coffee sipped alone.
I didn’t realize I’d miss the spaces you filled.
Perhaps I did not realize they were empty before you.
Was it you specifically?
Do I miss your voice because I loved you,
or is it because I miss having someone there when everyone else is asleep?
I don’t trust these feelings.
Emotions lie to you when you are lonely.
This isn’t fair… To you or to me.
This isn’t fair.



I took these off of my site for a while and now I am re-posting them as a collection. All poems are by me.




October by Robert Frost


O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
(Photography by me and poem by Robert Frost)

Going Through It

Most of the time I do not know what my soul needs. Most of the time I do not try things I feel I may not be able to do successfully. Most of the time I am frozen. Stuck in a place I should not be doing things I should not be doing. Falling behind and drowning in the mundane. Seeking things that have nothing to do with God to placate my misery.

But I long for more.
I long to be real.
I long for a faith that life can not kill.

I’m so sick of the motions.
All this struggle, this spew.
Please Lord, just give me a change I can feel.

This Beast is Real

At times I feel
A stabbing pain
Within the corners
Of my brain

It starts out slow
But soon it spreads
The beast of envy
Has my head

I have been struggling with this a lot lately. Struggling to the point of sleepless nights. I find jealousy to be the equivalent of poison without the side effects of death. It rears it’s ugly head, bringing out the beast in you, and then spreads throughout your entire being until you are miserable with it. The funny thing is, it whispers lies of false comparisons and revenge, and although you try to shoot punishing vibes towards the person you are jealous of the only one that ends up really suffering is you.

Jealousy ruins relationships.

Jealousy ruins you.

I can promise you now, it is not worth it.

Let it go.