What I can't bear to hold
What I'm feeling unfold
What I cannot express
I reflect back to my chest
And take a deep breath
It slows the pace down
To a mortal moderation
Exhaling the excess
I realize the nexus.
-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
What I can't bear to hold
What I'm feeling unfold
What I cannot express
I reflect back to my chest
And take a deep breath
It slows the pace down
To a mortal moderation
Exhaling the excess
I realize the nexus.
-Kelly Voelker
Through the lens of a watering pond
I see the sweet face of a fawn appear above me
I feel a love as if for my own
I express through intent my most sincere
Offerings to quench and make thrive
Every move it makes after
That those big brown eyes shine
This new angel moves on in the morn
Along fences to woods and onward through corn.
-Kelly Voelker