Silhouettes at dusk, spoke to me of bitter defeat; neither one of us could have foreseen, knowing now years later, that. she had been my once chance harbor in a dark and solvent sky; how I missed the signs, oh so many signs…

(c) K.E.DePalmenary Poetry 2021



It was chapel bells in a distant sunset

Brightly colored carnations adorned your head like a crown

It was a windswept spray as the sea kissed the shore

We knelt at the greatness before us

Vowing in that moment to always love and hold onto

each singular minute that we shared

just like this

You whispered, “Your eyes are as blue as the sky today”

I whispered back, “That’s because I am looking at you”

You smiled that smile of yours and winked at me

And to this day I will never be able to express in words

What that did to me

The day words were no longer just words

The day I felt and not just heard

That you loved me

On this earth’s ethereal plane

The day that felt like ivory in June.

©K.E. DePalmenary Poetry 2021



It was a song for Sienna

Feigning comfort I could not give

It was a moment of solitude

When she turned her face away

From the music I wrote for her

The simple melodies I sang to her

I wrote it all out

In melodies both tortured and true

As repentant chords moaned on

The sound hurt her ears

And reopened her scars

Lyrics meant to soothe

Haunted every scar within her

It was a song for Sienna

That now I wished I never wrote

But the damage is done now

And I take my rightful place

In a world she wanted no part of

Haunted by demons we could not break.

-”Letters From Kate” ©2020 All Rights Reserved, K.E.DePalmenary Poetry



Behind your sun

Stood me in the darkness

While you gazed at the stars

I wrote you poetry by the moon

The eloquent wordsmith

And the universal goddess

Collided one sweet summer night

You in your white dress

How it tore my world apart

It exploded like glass

And to this day…

I have never been able

To pull the shards out of my heart.

“-Letters From Kate”- ©2020 All Rights Reserved, K.E. DePalmenary Poetry



Guitar strings and angel wings

brought me to a place called you

those moments of grace no longer

reside within me

my heart has chosen the state of numb

and I had no choice but to comply.




K.E. DePalmenary

K.E. DePalmenary


I am Author of the book “In The Solemn Hours, My little book of truths. Contributing writer at and NEWBOOK:”Ivory in June”