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
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Feeling Alive
If not a cog in routine
By what other means
Shall one feel alive
In this one and only
Moment in time?
Do you make plans
For to feel this in grand
Ways and splendid procession
Of beautiful vehicles and things?
Does one fiddle with details
And manage to balance
Though forward momentum
Drags on and to challenge?
Does one keep on moving
Through space and so time
Feeling each second
As forward and towards
Various declarations unsigned?
Do schedules and clocks
Demonstrate a progression
Or do they block
The retention of seconds
Held to one's own
As a moment of presence?
Do constant sipped beverages
Feed safeness inside
Does inhaling the smoke
From a ritual side
Keep you in principle
Engaged in this
Small but true break
From succeeding at tasks
Meant to gain what's at stake?
-Kelly Voelker
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