A native Californian, Kristine K.
Lowder was born and raised in San Diego. She earned her degree in
Communication/Print Media with high honors from Biola University. A
former editor, Kristine specializes in |
Poetry by
Kristine K. Lowder
| Sky Sigh Suspended in space Your blue-bruised brow Frowns over hemlock boughs Cloven clouds seep through your seams While I watch you glide upon the day See you swim above the hills Chameleoned into Mourning gray, citrus blossom, peppermint. If you could stop and I could paint You’d drift forever upon my canvassed hills But you are too clever and too quick For me to catch you here. Twilight takes you Swirls a fiery dance You fling Cold and Dark again Spit a stubborn protest Wriggling from my fingers I spear your rainbow colors Bounce them back upon the water Scribble into my book. You drip into the river. I would keep you But you’re not mine So I set my face unto Tomorrow And wait for you to rise. |
| How Well How well he must have loved you to call you home to him how precious in his sight your smile that would not dim how sweet your lilac laughter purpled awe and golden glee how fine your rumpled tresses - he will smooth them now, not me. How well I surely loved you, dear though I missed our chance to meet your ruby lips forever mute an unknown plan did cheat your angel petals withered my rose plucked before her bloom the place of promise deathly still: an empty, waiting womb. How well He must have loved you to take you Home too soon within my brittle, aching heart swells a hushed and hopeful tune: "Wait for me, my little one till we're joined beyond the breach just inside His eastern gate where tears no more can reach." |
| Intermezzo I lie here groping in the night splintered, desolate fractured, feeble bruised, bewildered helpless, hammered pierced, panting face down in a river of regret o’er the loss of you I fret about yesterday what about forever? |
| Requiem I awake and cringe at the same unbroken drear hours snail past in arid monotony dull, throbbing, suffocating sardined into a tin of Lilliputian space where i meet myself turning around four walls choke out the sun black all remembrance of day or night caged cheetah built for speed and wide expanse longing to breathe free yet crammed behind suburban bars dreaming of the open range a windswept, unfenced plain waking up each morning to the same drab prison walls another draught of dolor freedom famine stale with desperate aftertaste. |
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A native Californian, Kristine K.
Lowder was born and raised in San Diego. She earned her degree in
Communication/Print Media with high honors from Biola University. A
former editor, Kristine specializes in |