Kathleen Stevens

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Kathleen Stevens

I am a fourth generation poet. I have authored and self-published eight books of poetry and an Art book show-casing my own art work created over the past thirty years. Presently, I am living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.

Stories by Kathleen Stevens

Her eyes gaze upward and witness The bluest sky of some she has seen, Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul, Pure, warm - a living sea; A...
The elderly man slowly arises from a profound sleep, Groggy head, blurred vision, His exquisite lady lying near to his side. A solitary tear escaping...
Morning mountain concert, Gentle spirit love, Radiance, Sun’s warmth Painted upon your neck, An autumn bare love,...
Morning’s mountain glow, Gentle indispensable love, Glimmering, Bring to awareness sun’s warmth Graced upon my neck, An...
Morning mountain performance, Gentle of the essence love, Radiance, Dreams of sun’s warmth Graced upon your neck, An autumn bare love,...
In stillness of evening, I sing and dance To sweet music In my heart, A melody of warm words Spoken, I listen, Thunderous they resound Over...
My spirit waits, Unchanging and captivated, Contained within the shelter Of my flesh, Your essence dancing Within my thoughts, I hear you...
I see only uncertainty, My heart yearns for all lost, My journey’s quest uncharted, Tossed to and fro By stormy waves. Who will show me...
Part One: This is not about me. This is about all of us and our journey through life or at least the life we presently know while here on this earth...
She sits alone, Her skeleton Pressed, molded, Wrought by an empty heart. She sings A forlorn song, Purse empty, Neighbors drift afar,...
Sycamore branches sway Taunted by the wind’s heavy breath In the night’s black blanket As silence echoes emptiness, And shadows dance...
Heal me with your touch, Allow the warmth of your soul To surge within me, owe to love The yearning for broaden Familiarity of your countenance...
My words are clandestine, sacred to my heart, do not presume them frivolous, for I selected to share them with you, to unlock myself to you. If...
I watch you play upon the stairs, Lost in your childish games, Built by your imagination, With freedom and no restraint. Today you are a sailor...
It is elevating to retrace my footsteps in the direction of the mountains, to gaze at the new fallen snow, to witness the glisten of icicles...

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