Exclusive: Western Voices, 2020: Edited by Scott Thomas Outlar
Bio: Kathy Ellis is an
English as a Second Language and Cross-cultural Communication Trainer.
She seriously started writing poetry six years ago. You will find Kathy’s
poetry in Peninsula Poets, Reach of a Song, Ohio Poetry Day Association,
Setu International Journal, Poetry in Nature, and Oracle Magazine. Her
works have received several awards and honorable mentions. She also
self-published her first book of poems in 2017 and is presently working on book
two. Kathy co-leads Johns Creek Poetry Group. Kathy holds a Master’s in Education
with additional graduate studies in Spanish, linguistics, culture, and conflict
management.
A Man and His
Sign
Roads paved in gold.
Makes no sense in the land of plenty.
Your seven-year old son struck.
By a stray bullet.
From a deranged gun.
I am sorry for your sorrow.
Hold your sign.
High.
The sign that holds the face.
Of your lovely child.
Let arms wrap.
Around your wretched pain.
You are here.
In the right place.
We hold your brokenness.
In a tender place.
Until the next time.
To march again.
Prayers of a
Moroccan
The Jaws of
Life
peels the
pockmarked car door
from my fractured
pelvis and spine.
A man with spirit
eyes, a gentle voice
leans near me.
He witnesses the
accident of mangled metal,
hears my echoed
screams,
striking the
hammer on cold steel.
I am a delirious
animal
trapped in a
hunter’s snare.
My subconscious
strives to plead:
Pray for me.
He prays in the
mosque with a thousand pilgrims from centuries past.
He prays until
the protective mountains of Mecca engulf me.
He prays as
though we are all one in this universe.
He prays all
afternoon until he knows.
Diego’s Honeysuckle
Tree
Twisted branches arch the patio wall,
Frame a lace canopy
Like
a wingspan of a dancer’s shawl.
Flights of vitality.
Blooms blink pink with yellow tips,
Flames of golden trumpets,
Invite
hummingbirds
For
sweet hours undeterred.
Metallic green wings weave,
Growing shadows float throughout Diego’s magical
tree.
All
while under the eternal rays
Of
the sun ablaze.
Blossoms and leaves blend into nightshade.
Diego is gone.
Deeper
than roots that pervade
His garden of Babylon.
But his memory shines
Through the kitchen windowpane,
Lying
warm in my hands.
Once
again.
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