*I am a Poet
I am a poet.
Of course I speak my truth.
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Help Me Not Be Normal
Help me not be normal.
Help me when I am in formidable first grade,
counting my fingers under my desk because math is hard
and there’s too much talk from inside out and every last word
barges into my brain the way you did my bedroom
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Nightmare in Suburban America
i dreamt last night
i hid in an elevator
molding my back
into angles and steel
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What Betrayal Feels Like
I’ve decided it’s a birdcall,
not the Canada goose
I will be in the life
I live after my next, more
like the mourning dove,
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Heron – a draft
We aren’t much to look at, we poets, unless you look very closely, which most aren’t wont to do. It’s
What They Say about Hands – a draft
They say the hands will do what the heart has felt. Not knowing who they are (might be indigenous wisdom
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Familiar
By Katherine M. Gotthardt
Last night I dreamt again you appeared,
thin and limping after what I could have sworn
was your final parting, last heavy sigh and whimper,
all of us laying hands on your haunches, private room
with wordless music, pet pictures, candles. And as always
Early Onset
What I want to do is stop remembering
the rainy morning you drove 50 miles to my house
to help me find car keys I’d dropped in the trash.
Cure
Do not silence your life. Disregard fears of tonsillitis, laryngitis, infection. Sing. Sing what is, what was, what isn’t. Trill
Ode to a Balloon Let Go in London
It’s what happens when an orb flies freely, escaping the glass of a world glaring with human imperfection, industry, idols,
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Mermaid
Women there know how to live, flippers and sunshine and sea, scales adapting to sand or saltwater, tawny skinned, smiling,
Switch
Springtime and everything switches on, electric song of peepers and honeysuckle. Nature’s extraordinary reboot.
More Haiku for National Poetry Month 2023
As we wrap up the month, here are some more small offerings.
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Haiku for National Poetry Month
Poetry based on vss365 and Mindful Writing course prompts
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Ashby
Massachusetts, Circa 1988 I am thinking about the first time anyone heard the word computer. Was it like when I
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-Katherine Gotthardt
This morning and I’m thinking
of the wolpertinger,
shy but fierce creature
of the night.
Bavarian, so it sounds exotic.
Want
What I really want is this:
to go back to the time on the front lawn,
worn blanket on crabgrass and wildflowers,
baby dolls and tea sets and nothing,
nothing more than ants to worry about.
