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
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 magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker kellywriteaway@gmail.com
Monday, September 11, 2017
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.
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.
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