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