I have this desire to sit with a conclave of writers,

drinking my warm beverage of the hour,

just speaking of books, poetry, prose, music, words.

I want to be somewhere warm,

Where the sun kisses my skin

and the leaves tremor on their branches,

while we share the magic of sky and clouds;

And while I stare whimsically at the sun,

blinded by its rays of brilliant vision,

I want nothing more than for the words of beauty to soar;

And in their soaring,

freed on wings of delight,

I’ll glide,

and perhaps I’ll smile,

airy and light,

unfettered and bright,


Gleaming rays touching despondency,

and offering “radiancy”.


the irony of today

is not lost on me

from my seat beneath cloud-hidden sun.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron.

October 3, 3013.

October 3, 2013.


Poetry is a window into the soul that prose cannot explore. It is raw, impassioned, unfettered. Unconstrained by trappings and richness. Unneeding of eloquence, form or shape. Robbing and baring for the eye to swallow, leaving a nudity  of vulnerability that strips the skin; razes the soul. A window that cannot be veiled once it has revealed all that exists. A bane and a boon, both to the beholder and the beheld, the hearer and the voicer.

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron

Sabbath, Saturday morning, July 27, 2013

Inspired in response to an early morning “coffee” “date” with CJ. 😉

Random Swirling Words

There are those moments where the words simply flow. Where they move out of my fingertips as if they have a mind of their own. That isn’t really the case though. It is simply these moments. Those times when I lie in the dark and life moves around me and I am stuck in one place; fighting between self-loathing and self-pity. Then the life returns and I remember that I am not like the rest. I am one but not one. T’is the confusion and the words let me think, let me sort, and sometimes I never post for thoughts are but fleeting….and some fleeting thoughts are best kept to one’s self.

Just needed to purge, do forgive me for filling up your blog feeds with meaningless words….but there are just those moments when the walls crumble for a second before the defenses do their usual work. Have a good eve one and all 🙂