Traveled extensively as a child, living in Australia for a time. Graduated from Arizona State University in 1993 with a BA in English. After staying at home to raise 3 kids and running her own business for 20 years, Kathleen returned to school to complete her MA in English from Northern Arizona University in 2014. While her primary occupation is freelance writing and editing, she enjoys writing ... more »
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Kathleen Reiman Poems
I stand without looking within At the shattered remnants The inward cost of casual betrayal By one who pledged to me
Who Am I?
Such a simple question yet so complex How can I tell you who I am? I am not my race, my color, my sex or my religion,
I Ophelia murmurs in my mind 'Let's go pick some flowers.' I close my eyes and hold my breath
Granite Mountain II
Granite Heart deeply reaching; Scared sides, pinion's burned, Lion's silenced screams reverberating
Walking in the Light
Jovial youth; incarnate of glory, fighting and revelry, yet magnanimous spirit Penitent prisoner fleeing the fire of his father’s wrath and a city’s scorn
A woman treads the bright sterile hall, Surrounded by people, alone in her skin Fateful words triggering scars The unseen enemy attacking within; the fight begins,
“Priceless” What kind of sound resonates when a fist hits a jaw? When, in the dark city night, one man steals another man’s life? What goads a man out in pointless rage, seeking adrenal high?
A Sweet Latte waits for me Hello beautiful Decadent aroma hanging in the air Hot vessel in my hand warming me
Black heart Hopeless heart Glass heart Shattered heart
I seize this, a sacred day of grace Drinking in the splendor of this place Tranquil voices of gnarled piñions whisper in the breeze Gilded lions haunting primeval trees
Temptation is a pretty thing All wrapped up in modern bling Sweet deceit That compels my feet
Feel the warmth upon my lips? Close my eyes dreaming A vibration in my soul stirring
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I stand without looking within
At the shattered remnants
The inward cost of casual betrayal
By one who pledged to me
To walk me home
Once I let someone hold my heart
Jagged crystal is all that remains
Reflecting a heart's anguish
Colors refracting across my soul
Though time gathers the pieces
Anger's fire creates an adamant heart
I feel too young to have this stone within
What does it take to free the soul?
Is there a balm for the heart?
Humanity cries forgiveness...