Sunday, October 29, 2017

I Grant My Own Wishes

I reserve exuberance for my own affairs
Declining invites which fill me with cares
Not for my own life
Towards other's misdeeds
I'm not a resource to drain
I seek only relief

Safety within bounds
Created by me
Balanced quite easily
Sustainable Queen
Capable, steadfast, power received
So long as I grant my own wishes deep.

-Kelly Voelker

Friday, October 20, 2017

Created in Mid-Air

What feeling lit upon my shoulder
Hiding from my eyes as I looked
To see what strange emotion I felt?

Why, I soon realized it was happiness
It was a light happiness
Not stemming from anything
Not a cause and effect happiness
Not a happiness from a special occasion

This happiness was near to
A small song bird
Out of season with Fall's
Eminent hardening.

I was hosting sisters
At my temporary home
After a day of laughter and games
Competition held in mid-air by games
Not allowed to hurt or discount

I was unattached to any material objects
In the house which were arranged by me
But not held dear for longer than a season
Unattached to contracts or expectations
Only an agreement of geography to
Experience family most days of the week.

This happiness was created in mid-air
At the center of the table
Where my family and close friends
Played as a circle of commitment
To fun and games in the middle of the day
Refusing to be hardened off by the season.

Kelly Voelker

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Someone From Sioux City

I had the feeling, the look, the authentic owning
Of all this moment was, throughout all timelines.
It was a cherry- picked pinnacle of any timeline
It was memorable, exhilarating and promising
Wrapped in this circumstantial banquet
I was everyone's dream and everyone's fond memory
I was inside the bubble usually looked upon

This crisp fall day in the Midwest waited for me
To finish a list of tasks, welcoming me after.
I rode on someone else's bicycle
To my small town post office
My parcel in a handmade cloth bag
On to my own Mother's warm room

I played cards and told her of my healthy day
Of my grapes, my apples and tea
I told her of new opportunities
She watched me leave on the bicycle
Before she went to supper.
All was complete . . . as it should be

This was a day after an early hard freeze
The leaves were damp on the grey pavement
I watched the tendrils on my new bicycle tires
Roll softly and silently over them.
I was making secure and sure contact with the ground

I crossed over small bridges with rough pavement
I looked over the railings and daydreamed about
All the animals who surely use these creekbeds
To travel through the town when no one is awake
I drove past homes which were unchanged
Even after over 30 years when my high school
Teachers lived in them.
The meters were still spinning and the
Foundations are still solid on these old houses.

I knew I looked more current than others
I knew I was like a California sticker
Stuck on a photograph of a town which
Looked better than I remembered.
Today it was better than I remembered
Today it was better than I hoped

Today was an incorruptible safe of life's experience
I missed no one
I desired nothing
I was what someone would miss or desire
Not by myself, but in this kinetic tumbling
Through town with no resistance or dread

I felt as though I was a few moments ahead
Of everything and everyone else
Carrying my past to the post office
Sending it to someone who valued it
Someone from Sioux City.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Happiness Stands By

Does Happiness mature
Changing throughout
From illusion it concludes
A perilous route

Happiness stands by
While courage and strength
Battle it out with
Adversity's reign

Creation the outcome
A fairy tale made
Into the woods and
Back out again.

-Kelly Voelker

Friday, September 1, 2017

Late Summer's Dawn

Dawn resembled tender under-feathers of a young flamingo
It resembled the briny flesh of a cherrystone clam
Dawn was careful not to disturb the still silver fog
Still radiating the incandescent glow from behind
The silver cloud blanket recaptured the rosy dawn
Confirming its similarity to the salt water clam
Pearled satin clouds shrouding the blush of a fresh new day
Late summer dawn was more delicate than summer's
Fiesta cresting the solemn night horizon
Whispering rise and shine to the damp and chilly landscape
Late summer's dawn politely sits down by our bedside
Waiting for us to realize where we are and why we are here.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

My Dreams are Blessings

In my state of Purity
My dreams will become
Blessings for all life on Earth.

-Kelly Voelker

Lights on the Second Floor

The lights on the second floor
In real time glow
Cancelling history
Cancelling woes
The lights on the second floor
Shown onto the street
Passersby notice
Contrast that deletes
The frontier facades
Have seen hopes and dreams fade
Fortunes and bodies
Families and maids
Bare bricks will not cushion
The hardest of lives
The shades were pulled down
Disappointments can't hide
May the Great Plains towns
Offer a simple reward
Attracting angels and
Harmonious landlords.

-Kelly Voelker

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  For me, the lights on the second floor in real time, cancelled out all the disappointments from the past and offered promise for the future.  This particular building with it's visible tenant lights, offered to ignite other tenant lights in the surrounding frontier buildings in this declining frontier business district.

Popular Posts