Katy Fulker

Katy Fulker Poems

You didn't notice
The light of the moon balanced
On your silken hands.
I did.
...

A train of time,
Ticking its track,
Chooing its chase,
Without looking back.
...

Can you feel the insufferable sulphur rush
Bubbling mixt your blood?
No pain is felt, no odour smelt,
Yet a red-black thick as mud.
...

One afternoon, the doorbell rang
And not expecting any guest,
I looked outside and realised
My visitor was Death.
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You look and I
Avert my eyes,
So you cannot see the complexities of guilt and fear
Unjust and ignorant of sight.
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I saw today
The sea lick the sand
So gently, it left nothing but a sparkle of sincerity
Reflected by the sun's smile.
...

And so my path was chosen,
Masking my soul,
Creating an illusion,
That that too was my goal.
...

If you have heard the silent sonnet whispered soulfully by Milford's Sound,
Or watched Pukaki's pallette brush pastels through the burning sky,
If you have felt the rise of Kaikoura's green edge looming over the restless deep,
Or watched, for a moment, the wash, sinking into Piha's silken dark hands,
...

A chameleon crawls along a stalk of omnipotency,
His feet tread on green; his skin matches,
Ahead he sees a potential mate,
He changes colour:
...

I like the sound of Sadness.
It rests pure,
On a rusty red heart
Bulging,
...

I touched a moment;
It felt
Real,
Pure,
...

Impatient with scold, destroying your hue,
Black has no time for the anguish of Blue.
The sky yearns for hope, yet weak in its fight,
Its voice is swallowed, eclipsed by night.
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Disillusioned confusion
Of a bent-backed heart
With folding creases,
And a sour hope
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I cried today,
For some far-off distant light
I never touched,
But was touched by
...

Faces of triviality floating
On shallow seas.
I do not belong.
...

The second flood swept clean,
Yet there was Cohn left all alone,
Till from the very clouds above,
God's voice began to moan.
...

A monkey, young and full of questions,
And unsure of what to do,
Felt the need to leave his home
And set off for pastures new.
...

I take thee to my wedded wife,
(A marriage full of heartache and strife) ,
To have and to hold,
(Emotions gone cold) ,
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The Best Poem Of Katy Fulker

Bus Ride In Bangalore

Little black spots dotted against
A canvas of faded blue linen -
Two dozen sets of bulging eyes
Feasting on my indifference.

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