All Love

swirl-divider4I have heard that all ‘love runs deep,
like a river, deeper than the darkest sea’
built on the foundation of harsh experiences
that make us who we are-
Strength, independence, self reliance
it is a fire that courses through my veins
and gives me the strength of a thousand men.
I will never give up no matter how lost,
how scared or tired I feel
I will stay true to myself
because all love –
has to start from within.

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Copyright © 2015 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)

That Day

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Do you remember the time we went looking for a ring I dropped?
You followed me blindly, peering under tables and chairs
-in a room bathed in twilight.
Knowing all along, I must have dropped it in the streets.
But still you helped me-
fatigued, crouched on small legs
wearing your grin and a defiant
sense of adventure.

That’s love.

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Simplicity

630646_11394153_lzSalmon pink splurge over liquid blue.

A tail that flutters like an eyelash,

sinking to the grass in petulant smoke.

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*Sneak Peak!* My Book Cover

cover final_s (1)Thanks to the very talented Bonnie for my wonderful book cover design! The novel is called “Caskets of Ice”.

If you have any questions, or think I should release a preliminary chapter (or two!) out into the blog- world, then please feel free to comment below! Here is a link to Bonnie’s page so you can check out her other illustrations and general awesomeness:

http://bonniepang.weebly.com/

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Inspiration #13

littleprincefoxrose“Here is my Secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

Le Petit Prince- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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winter fire

6942569882_b9740ed827_zI reach through;
gravel crunching like
a gingerbread trail,
past the water’s surface
of glazed ice-
the leaves breathing
frost to a cloudless sky.
I feel the rush of heat
on my skin;
flames that creep like ivy,
black smoke spitting flecks of orange
belched forth in midnight blue
and I watch;

watching it burn.

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talking dolls

The insanity of talking dolls,
the lifeless bundle of thread and stuffing,
breathe life just by playing,
giving it a name, making a voice,
moving its limbs. Already it is real,
real name, real expression and then;
it becomes not an ‘it’ but a ‘they’
and when you come home you wonder-
at the way they sit and look out the window.
Because they move all the time-
…..Didn’t you know?

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