The vapor of consciousness
A heavy cloud in the valleys
Waits as it processes
For as long as it takes
When the sun deems* right
In all manor of all kinds of ways
It lifts the damp vapor
With all it has processed
Up gradual or swift
To lighter and higher
Eventually drifting
Processing in
Sunshine and wind
Down again cometh
As rain to the grid
Forever changing
Prognosis and time
Nourishing life
While removing unkind.
-Kelly Voelker
*deem - regard or consider in a specified way
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
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Prayeree (pronounced Prairie)
If prayers were more visual
We couldn't decipher
Unless we saw grassland
Wetlands and heather
A soft sweeping movement
Of Earth's own plant waves
Sending the code off planet to save
The suffering or buried or
Lonely one knows
Peace in the ebbs
Release in the flows.
-Kelly Voelker
We couldn't decipher
Unless we saw grassland
Wetlands and heather
A soft sweeping movement
Of Earth's own plant waves
Sending the code off planet to save
The suffering or buried or
Lonely one knows
Peace in the ebbs
Release in the flows.
-Kelly Voelker
Sand and Snow
The wind turns the prairie
Into an ice blue desert
Crystalline sparkles
Water lifts into air
The sun agrees simply
It's more and more fun
Shadows dramatic
When crystalline spun
Sand too as crystalline
Earth born in air
Drifting in sugars
Molasses and waves.
-Kelly Voelker
Into an ice blue desert
Crystalline sparkles
Water lifts into air
The sun agrees simply
It's more and more fun
Shadows dramatic
When crystalline spun
Sand too as crystalline
Earth born in air
Drifting in sugars
Molasses and waves.
-Kelly Voelker
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