The village I left
Again and again
This time the last
I know as a fact
There are no more reasons
For ever coming back
There's nothing left to write
Nothing left to observe
No one to visit
Nowhere to splurge.
-Kelly Voelker
Monday, October 25, 2021
Friday, October 8, 2021
Where There Are No Memories
A bright and cool autumn morn
Is leaving me feeling forlorn
Even as the obvious beauty of the day
Promises the best for work or play
I remember working with my father
Feeling how far from this I've come
I don't know what I'm becoming
As my guidance is unseen
But each intricate skill and task
I've dreamed of and now mostly done
Leaves a feeling of satisfaction
In its familiar yet totally foreign spin
On the person others 'round here know
Who is but a shell I will outgrow
I want to put myself where
There are no memories which
Constantly want to shape
The growth I have enjoyed to date.
-Kelly Voelker
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