Biography of Karen Touzalin
I began writing poetry at age fourteen, it was inspired by love of course, that has been the catalyst for all my poetry to this day. I was given a copy of Sonia Sanches 'Love Poems' at seventeen and my world was changed forever. I discovered Pablo Neruda, Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni and loved the imagery captured in their words.
The stages of love, the flirtation, intensity, passion, selfless (agape) , loss of love, heartbreak, heartache and new love makes writing poetry cathartic. I hope anyone reading my poetry will enjoy them as much as I do writing them.
Karen Touzalin Poems
A New Song
I have been singing a new song lately, humming low sweet notes,
Where do I end where do we begin, I am not sure anymore. It seems I can no longer exist as a single cell organism
I want to revoke my state of independence I want to go back to coupledom and live with you, conjoined in connubial bliss.
In your mouth, I am precious pearl Diamond cut woman
If we meet again tonight, i choose not to recognize your familiar embrace. I will pretend that we do not meet and spend countless hours beneath an omniscient and mercurial moon
We were younger then photographs frame our innocence, The promise of love smiles swollen with dreams and wide-eyed curiosity
Sometimes, in order for me to write, i do not speak for days until desperation forces me to create poetry
Love Milk Rain
Your milk of loving kindness Flows like rain Flooding my thoughts With fresh kisses,
I am elated, Spinning, Dancing, Frolicking
To wake each day, faced with perpetual sunshine disguised as your smile is somewhat appealing and even doctor recommended.
Because I loved you, I gave you poetry, instead of my body to keep you warm.
A Slow Death
We used words to fill the distance between us more words than the 4000 miles that separated us words that sealed my fate
The Yellow House On Tucker Avenue
Saturday mornings brought promises, of starting over, beginning anew. Trying to make the week over
A Fulfilment Poem
You complete me, Like the milk for my cereal In my favourite bowl Or a cup of sugar in a chocolate cake recipe
I feel the stirring
of the butterflies when I see you
and a subtle, sweet confusion
rears it's head
at the thought of your lips