Would I rather be alive with grief
Or dead with indifference
Herein lies the obvious significance
My own continuance implies preference
To submitting myself raw
To the emotional world wounded
The billowing caws
Of a primal core me
Coloring red my everyday tea.
-Kelly Voelker
When confusion is nothing, yet the subject at hand
Direction and meaning aren't safe to now land
Flux and its cousin, 'Doubt' were my guests
Waiting and showing me *static no less
Feeling the aggregate life I had planned
Hasn't found footing and isn't as grand
As those few horizons which popped into view
Thrilled and faded but then would accrue**
Now there's no fuel for my next brilliant move
Even though I haven't anything to prove.
-Kelly Write Away
*Static
adjective
Playing life on a strange new field
Getting used to what appealed
As the best advantage in my range
For new focus on a different stage
Waiting, saving, kept away
From what I've awaited and
What I've craved
Treading fine on simple taste
Recreating, avoiding waste
Except for time
Which takes its liberty
On a loose rein it runs around
As I attempt to keep it bound
Rearranged outside my hand
Not revealing its new plan.
-Kelly Write Away
I rode my bike to get the mail
Then down the street just past the courts
I met a tortoise; my first, if truth tell
Here was a self sufficient being alive
Right near my age I could tell by his size
He was moving quite quickly towards where I had come
We watched each other coyly from the sides of our eyes
I hid my exuberance so as not to disturb
He crouched ever slightly just in case I changed course
We both are survivors with all that we need
He with his shell and me now with glee.
-Kelly Write Away
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
