Poetry by Carly Kaste
You can be aware and mindful and in tune to what is good / But the choices we can make are not the ones we really should.
You can be aware and mindful and in tune to what is good / But the choices we can make are not the ones we really should.
Light is spewed from city streets, It travels fast, and travels far, But the price to keep the ground well-lit, Is to lose sight of the stars.
is was this a nice day for a walk along the tracks along the walls and fences that line the tracks along the barriers behind
I have learned not to trust governments, teachers, or textbooks.
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
Is a new penny / its copper shining in the sun
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here
Horizontal Haiga
the pink jagged dash below a chapped palm