Biography of Michelle Kafka
Michelle Kafka is a Canadian Freelance Writer. She enjoys writing such items as articles, web content, and poetry. Michelle's expertise includes: Business writing and Creative writing. Michelle holds an Administrative Assistant certificate. Her favourite poets are Matsuo Basho, Li Po, and Robert Frost. She admires poetry from the nature, fantasy, myth, legend, goth, dark, life, and love categories. Michelle is inspired by both Robert Frost and Edgar Allan Poe. In May 2009 Michelle was 'Featured Poet' at Starlite Cafe. Being considered a finalist in the Blue Mountain Arts - SPS Studios poetry contest in 2008 was an honor. Michelle gave a poetry reading of one of her poems titled 'The Eagle' at the bookstore Chapters.
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Michelle Kafka Poems
Friendship freezes misspoken or misinterpreted words. Friendship melts the shadows of the heart. Friendship's soul swells rolling the emblazoned red carpet at our doorways. Friendship is the bridge binding two islands.
Wind sways and swaggers Wolves frolic and howl
Under the low sinking sun, pink sky with dabs of blue, a shell of great value to me. Mysterious, affluent, and more expressed than the shell beside. Purple and gold in colour it’s rather rare. I blink my eye and in a mere moment ’tis gone.
Fire engine rose petals ebb Persimmon embers die down Sultry cerise lips pout Red wine hungrily consumed
Comfort In Blue
Midnight blue backsplash ripples. Night guardians blink and wink. Sleepy moon wearing her teal shawl bows. I, wearing snug denims and azure t-shirt sip the blue martini in my blue garden.
Shy sand grain languorously lying beneath breeze-touched palm tree hungry and thirsty.
White curtains, White sheets, White milk moustache, White jacket,
He Sleeps In Numbers
Locker combination Clock The number of times he had sex last week The stairs he counts
Comfort In Blue
Midnight blue backsplash ripples.
Night guardians blink and wink.
Sleepy moon wearing her teal shawl bows.
I, wearing snug denims and azure t-shirt sip the blue martini in my blue garden.
Positioned between the Blue Moss Cypress and the Blue Jacaranda, 'The Man with the Blue Guitar' plays and sings The Blues while wild black-blue dogs beside him nod hypnotically.
Blue roses and blue hydragena passionately sway to the music.
Above the periwinkle hills a blue mist forms.
With sapphires arou