Katherine Felix

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Katherine (Also known as Kathy and Kat) grew up in the United States, married a St Lucian, and when her children began attending school in the States, decided that moving to the Caribbean would give them the best chance at having a positive identity and sense of self. She ended up raising them as a single mother, and ended up mading the Caribbean Home, not only for her children, but for herself. With both children now adults, she spends most of her free time painting, writing, working with other artists and supporting local talent. A self-taught artist, Katherine has always spent time expressing herself creatively. A writer and visual artist, her work reflects her surroundings, relationships and the many journeys she has made in life; artistically, emotionaly, spiritually and physically. Now residing in Barbados, Katherine writes, paints and has found a creative family in the spoken word community with the members of Iron Sharpen Iron, and Mic Check. Having written poetry for as long as she can remember, she devoted time to improving her natural talents, learning from the talented and positive people surrounding her. Katherine is an award winning Poet and Visual Artist, having won one Silver and three Bronzes for Poetry and Prose in Literary Arts, and two Bronzes for Visual Arts in Barbados’ National Independence Festival of Creative Arts (NIFCA) A Project Manager by day, Katherine is an active, founding member of the League of Extraordinary Poets, (LXP) a Non-Profit organization devoted towards the holistic development of Cultural and Artistic workers here in Barbados and throughout the wider Caribbean.)

The Best Poem Of Katherine Felix

The Poet Came

The Poet came
asking profundity
shattering barely fortified defenses
emotional barriers crashing
pretty garbage spilled reluctantly
tribute at his feet.

Comfort zones demolished
eyes and I's opened,
Awareness…….
began to flow.

Consciousness
of power, responsibility;
legacy;
Each word choice
anguished over
no less than the decision
to terminate life:

A child loved
But which can not be supported.

Debates flared
While truth struggled
From the mire
stones lifted from the
debris strewn beach,
excavated little by little
as reasoning unfolded,
tides receded
leaving
The salty sweet flavor on my lips
of that inner communion
when flow becomes
light
andyoujustknowitisright.

Epiphany.

And the moment passes as all
moments do
yet there's this quickening,
growing
something coming to term

conception talking root
not
duplication, replication;
this requires no fluid, no bodily secretions
just crystalline concepts

spontaneous generation

like orgasmic eruptions
of kaleidoscopic light
multihued birthings
natural combinations
of in-sight,
inspiration.

An ongoing process,
this birth of new life
conceived with his guiding,
as poetic midwife.

Changed fundamentally
yet never more me
"grateful's" and" thank you's"

just

fall

flat;

empty chords struck
without harmony,

unable to exalt! ! ! ! !

like this new
inner symphony which drums in my
heart,
backdropp to these words
and increasing moments,
flashing moments; ever clear
causing me to grasp pencil and paper
over and over again….

So
sappy tributes
Mahogany quotes
Will NOT do

Only warmth
hands clasped on shoulder blades
Cheek to cheek
Blushing
as Emotion,
un-articulated,
(even in these lines) ,
flows back to its source
multiplied, shared
giving back…..
To the Poet who came.


Katherine Felix
2011-07-19

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