The end of summer is surely reached
When one can enjoy the perfect peach.
Kelly Voelker
Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more mystical place than here, or maybe it offers a more mystical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker kellywriteaway@gmail.com
The end of summer is surely reached
When one can enjoy the perfect peach.
Kelly Voelker
When the blossoms fall
We'll drop it all
Go sit down, adjourn, not think
Play some cards, enjoy a drink
It's social time go get a chair
Enjoy the breeze and get fresh air.
-Kelly Voelker
An old cement sidewalk
Narrow and rough
Leads me between flowers
I've planted and loved.
-Kelly Voelker
When I was entirely full of life
I could entirely occupy large spaces
Large spans of time
From theirs up to mine
Improving the wear
Embellishing with joy and vitality
Creating depth in my reality
Now I occupy the smaller and simple
Cleaning the past out
Who shall no more ripple
Through my present time tense
During this quiet moment's bliss.
-Kelly Voelker
So familiar yet not mine
Like someone else's Valentine
A memory I didn't have with a
Place I could have made my stand
A place which isn't tame or nice
But beautiful and rugged rough
Only hooves and paws are meant to tread
Let my spirit trespass in awe instead.
Kelly Voelker
Who asks the question of "Why can't I feel?"
Who has vacated perception's tether
Is life just a breeze and a turn of the page
Outcomes indifferent; my wisdom from age
Distanced from hurting; a hand in my fate
A confident reading of my current state.
-Kelly Write Away
I'll escort the morning
Before nighttime ends
As seamless as the soul
Breathes through the mind
Existing long after
We run out of time
Dreaming and wondering
It's way even now
Obeying routines
While it seeks the profound.
-Kelly Voelker
I boarded lone and unadorned
The moistened air as heat
Subsided under the boat's canvas
Visiting with Al the captain
As bait I sat awaiting
Any who were taking
This trip into the Peace River
Four others in a named group
Ladies friendly and varied
Boarded and into the harbor
We pushed quickly out and
Under bridges loaded with cars
With conversations out and back
These wild caught friends of mine
And I were back
Lunching together as friends forever
I opted not to take their names
A catch and release event I claimed
As many as fish in the sea
I'll not foul the new connections
Simply say goodbye and
Defy conventions.
-Kelly Voelker
convention - a way in which something is usually done, especially within a particular area or activity.
As nightfall came into bed I slipped
My shadow stepped into my inner cathedral
Announcing it wanted an audience to quibble
Why didn't I say what I really meant?
Why didn't I go where I wish I had went?
It gave me examples for next time around
I dismissed it at some point taking flight into sleep
I awakened more slowly than normal it seemed
Slowly recovering I walked through the house
Sitting in my lanai I could see squirrels and sunshine
Surrounded by doves gently cooing away
I said "Oh how beautiful it is this new day!"
I will wait and do nothing, just watch it unfold
Waiting with patience in my safe nest
Progress will happen, now it's time to detach.
Kelly Voelker