Thursday, March 6, 2025

This Quiet Moment's Bliss

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

Monday, February 24, 2025

My Spirit Trespasses

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


Thursday, February 20, 2025

Who asks the question?

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

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Escort the Morning

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

Monday, September 9, 2024

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Wild Caught

 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.


Sunday, April 28, 2024

Time to Detach

 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