Little Love Poems

Flowers

I would have everything perfectly planned
before seeing you —
what I would say
and what I would do.
But the minute you walked in the door
I

forgot

the world becoming a field of flowers and all —
it distracted me.
Your scent filling the room.


Breathtaking

Me breathing is a prerequisite for
me singing,
which made it very difficult for
me to sing
anywhere near you.

Note: I am a singer


A Soulmate

I felt compelled to ask you
about reincarnation …
and we both looked puzzled,
but our souls got the question.
And I still don’t know how I can explain it —
how you’ve always been a part of me
no matter what we believe in.


Loving You

I’d preach it like a bible,
as I sing it like a hymn —
every word, every note,
my devotion to you,
as I write it on the walls
of temple of the world
until everyone believes
in what loving you can do.


Young love

… refuses to be buried.
The bud still unfurls,
claws out of the dirt :
a crazed, blind mole rat,
impossible to catch
before it climbs —
tunnels its way beyond any reasoning
in the brain
and commands to be drawn in blood
as a flower.


Haiku

My muscles get sore
from all the dancing I do
with the thought of you.


Unconditional

I realize now
that it wasn’t a matter of choice
from the head or the heart.
It was my soul that always loved you,
and there is no stopping that.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Sea of Dreams

When I wrap myself in the world you write
I can fall asleep for days.

Every word
washes me —
over, under,
rocking me
from sand to pearl-star.

And I know

it’s only
you,

the infinite ocean
I taste and crave.

It’s only you
who knows my dark
and glows my dreams this way.

Before I knew your poetry
or the sunset on your skin
it was the truth that shone
in your eyes of night
that I gave a kiss of no return.

And now I know
I left my soul
on the lips of endless sea
the lips that sing my sweetest dreams,

a song of

only

you.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Ocean Passions (Poems)

Ocean

I’m hypnotized by the rise and fall.
I try to match my breaths
in sync with the waves —
soak in sights, smells, tastes,
( galaxies… too vast )
the breeze on my neck
( too much ) .
I will sleep with just the thought of you.


Mermaid

Lost at sea,
sound or insane,
her compass only points to you.

You drown your navigation maps.

The North Star collapses
to a singularity of night
that pulls your boat inside her soul.

Light-years beyond
fathoms below.

( My heart gets tied to yours. )


Black sand beaches

Black sand beaches
line your mind
between the ocean and fantasy.

I find you
shipwrecked —
your eyes are tracing
the delicate edges of every wave;

brimmed with thirsting adorations
( your praise to waters
heavenly ) …

Tonight,
we do not fall from grace,

we dive

into the sea.


Harmony

On the breeze, your song
takes the breath of day :

The sun falls for the ocean.
A metronome slows to your strum

on a beach. Twilight blushes
in the shy of your smile —
pearl, half-moons
rising in my eyes;

a blossom of harmony
for the music that we write.

My voice warms
under your hands
like a wave
(a guitar’s body-shape)
that melts
to a sizzle of foam on the sand.

Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Liquid

I try to find the words —
try to sculpt a form that shapes you,

but then I realize
our love is liquid …

and that everything I feel through me
also flows through you —

through my veins from a river :
hidden
rivulets of rhythm

or droplets in a lake
that ripple
into a complete
softness.

Like an ocean
blurs
pale to deep its blue

or brings the music
soothing
this neither me nor you …

It’s like
in the very act of me searching for you

I find myself
already held

in the arms of the rain.


(The type of rain that can say everything.)

Update: After writing this poem this morning a precious rain fell at my house the rest of the day. 🌧✨💙

Rain video – Wailuku, HI 7/3/2020
Baby lemon tree planted today! 🍋💧

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Lemon bars + poetry

A lemon’s role

So quickly
Lemon learned
she would never get the lead …

Her role was always
supporting
with a zest
or a squeeze.

She had accepted her career as :
“the faintest essence”
or “the tasteful garnish.”

In the business of
breakfast, lunch and dinner
she was always
the slice of bitter
on the dish.

But then
she learned
she could be a star

in changing courses to desserts.

As “The Lemon Bar”
or “The Lemon Cake”

she found her purpose in life
was to celebrate!


I have always had a super soft spot in my heart for lemon. It is, without a doubt, my favorite dessert flavor! 🍋

Although I find excuses to have lemon desserts all year long, with summer now just around the corner, it is the perfect time to bake lemon bars!

This lemon bar recipe is one that I have adapted from my neighbor, Melanie’s, family cookbook. She truly makes the best lemon bars I have eaten in my life, so I didn’t change very much from her original recipe. I even got the beautiful lemons to make these bars from the Meyer Lemon Tree in her backyard.

Lemon Bars

Time: 55 min.
Yield: 12 bars

Crust

Ingredients:

1 1/3 cups all purpose flour
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1 stick softened butter at room temperature

Directions:

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Combine all crust ingredients into mixing bowl
  3. Beat on low speed, scraping sides of bowl, until mixture is crumbly (about 2-3 minutes).
  4. Press mixture onto the bottom of a 8X8 ungreased pan.
  5. Bake 15-20 minutes until lightly browned.

Filling

Ingredients:

3/4 cup granulated sugar
2 eggs room temperature
2 tbs all purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking powder
6 tbs fresh lemon juice (about two lemons)
1 tsp lemon zest

Directions:

  1. Combine filling ingredients into mixing bowl
  2. Beat on low speed, scraping down sides, until mixed well (1-2 minutes).
  3. Pour over hot crust.
  4. Continue baking for 18-20 minutes, or until filling is set.
  5. Let cool completely.
  6. Sprinkle top with sifted powdered sugar.

Lemon Tree

Every morning I climb
the steepest hill

with the remains
of my orchid’s fallen blooms

and those hibiscus
that softened
with rot
in my hair.

Their lives having amounted
to only the brevity
of my joy.

And I wonder
if they did or did not
have souls

as I lay them under the lemon tree.

And if they did,
but especially if not,

I pray that now, they may be
free.


Lemonade

I feel you
in the song of summer

the buzz of honeybees
and hummingbirds
fill my chest

in a resonance
that lingers
long after
the guitar strums

and the bashful plucks
at blades of grass

under a tree of butterflies
and bittersweet fruit

your eyes shine
like nectar
in the blooms of shade …

when I think of your kiss :
like sunshine
and lemonade.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

A moment in the sunrise

I try to never miss a sunrise

to paint my intentions
within a landscape
completely indifferent
to me.

I can seamlessly slip
through the
spiderwebbed cracks
on my little patio

and into the sunlit glow
of a sacred space,

exhaling my prayers
and wildflower hopes
to breathe in peace
made with the day’s
groundlessness;

understanding
the unknowings
and embracing
the chance of showers
through the answers
of Saint Honesty.

I know if I unfurl today
I can wrap myself back up into
our shared sky of peach blossoms
and watch the egret take flight
from its canvas of polished reeds.

It’s here that I find harmony
within an impossible opalescent
distance,

while sipping slowly
at the therapies
of our secret garden …

and for just our moment

gravity shifts
miles into
inches

and I can trace over the ocean
until i find your
fingertips:

like a soft morning kiss .

Bonus Morning #Haikus

Dalí melts the clocks
The sun rises in your eyes
Wind sails to your seas

__________________________

Monet sent lilies
to make a good impression
on his best painting

Claude Monet, 1914, The Waterlilies: Morning

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Poems on my heart

Five poems

My Dearest Crippling Expectations,

If I do more
will that be more
of what you like?

If I contour my armor
until it’s contorted just right?

If I suffer a death
by small paper cuts
and fold into your
most perfect origami

will that be
enough?

At least for tonight?

A Love of Learning

In love
I’ve :

bloomed in
irreplaceable
burning flowers

danced in
unpredictable
storms of lightning

swam in
unreasonable
waves of passion

and sang in
indescribable
winds of freedom

But it’s in the stillness
following the flames and gales where I really see

what love is teaching me:

to not hold too tight

to not hold too light

to choose
growth
+

to choose
balance
+

to choose
compassion
=

to choose
love
.
.
.
Every day .

Editing

I’ve become very good
at editing.

Of this,
I am ashamed.

If my work is seen as,
“mmm not quite”
I will detonate
that slate clean.

I will fiercely cut to
“wow, you’re perfect!”
or slam the undo key

until I get back to
“you’re such a good girl”
or other fairy princess
beginnings.

But today I wish
to own my work;
my every stroke
(and over stroke).

I want to pick up
that ball in the bin
and slowly begin
to uncrumple myself.

To-Do

My mother always told me
that I was obsessive.

Obsessed
with everything
I do.

My love language
is acts of service
because I love
to do.

To do do do
always doing.

Always doing
my to-do list.

But when I see
the beauty
of the simplest of lilies

I stop what I am doing

and I look at it
just being

and it’s then I truly see
what I was meant
to do.

Love,

If I could
I would tell you
how much you mean to me

but I can’t

there are
no words

not enough
time nor art

to ever explain .

There’s only:

breaths
to catch
on the wind

smiles
to spread
on the sun

songs to send
poems to write
flowers to plant

and the stars
that will forever
bear witness
to our love
set free

in all of its
eternities

Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Photos taken in Wailuku, HI and Baldwin Beach

If my verses had wings

My performance of “Si mes vers avaient des ailes
Si mes vers avaient des ailes
Mes vers fuiraient, doux et frêles,
Vers votre jardin si beau,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Comme l’oiseau.

Ils voleraient, étincelles,
Vers votre foyer qui rit,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Comme l’esprit.

Près de vous, purs et fidèles,
Ils accourraient, nuit et jour,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Comme l’amour!

- Victor Hugo
English translation:
My verses would flee, sweet and fragile
To your garden so fair,
If my verses had wings,
Like a bird.

They would fly, these sparks,
To your laughing hearth,
If my verses had wings,
Like the spirit.

To your side, alone,
They’d hasten night and day,
If my verses had wings,
Like love!

Reynaldo Hahn is one of my favorite composers and “Si mes vers avaient des ailes” has always been at the top of my list for favorite French art songs. The first time I performed this piece was at my recital during my junior year of college. I simply love the melody and the way every word feels when I sing it. The poetic text is by Victor Hugo.

I am hoping to do a bit of a quarantine recital the next few weeks so let me know if you have any requests! I figured since my days are currently filled with me screaming French art songs into an empty house I could make use of it.

Also, I have decided I don’t want any furniture in this new house. I am perfectly content to just have these acoustics instead! Ha!

Colorado

I have posted this poem before, but wanted to update it with this gorgeous photo of Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs taken by Justin Peterson with Colorado Mountain Images. He was so kind to let me use it here!

a love poem
meeting you:
a fateful breeze
of mountain air
on autumn's leaves

learning you:
a golden burst
of halo's glare
on forest peaks

knowing you:
a quenched thirst
of sparkling flakes
on glass-shone lakes

loving you:
a blissful surge
of lily's bloom
on thoughts preserved

losing you:
a throbbing pierce
of razor's edge
on red rock's cliffs

loving you:
a gifted kiss
of soaring heights
i reminisce

By: Katy Claire Funke

It was a privilege to call Colorado my home for the last three years.

This beautiful state holds so many treasured memories for me and I will miss it deeply.

Photo by Evan Leith on Unsplash

no one else

“No One Else” was introduced to me by my voice teacher last summer and I completely fell in love with it. The song is sung by the character Natasha in the musical Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812. “No One Else” has come with an exciting, challenging and transformational journey for me artistically, technically and emotionally. I hope you will enjoy my rendition of this otherworldly song.

Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812 is musical based on a thrilling 70 page segment of Leo Tolstoy’s War and Peace. The production is truly transcendental, with steampunk staging and musical inspiration merging Russian folk and classical music with indie rock and EDM influences, earning the unique classification of an “electropop opera.” The Great Comet was composed by Dave Malloy and directed by Rachel Chavkin in 2012 and eventually made its way to Broadway in 2016 in a very unconventional dinner-party setting, starring Phillipa Soo, Denée Benton, and Josh Groban. The story takes place just before Napoleon’s invasion of Russia and follows the ingenue, Natasha in her pursuit of love and redemption, and the philosopher, Pierre, in his search for meaning in life. The musical immediately stood out as an and intimate audience experience earning 12 Tony nominations in 2017, but closed later that year.

featured image by Evan Leith on Unsplash