Hence

As photos dissolve into digital images
Organized on a man-made information cloud
As books become hence, transferred from
author to reader by invisible means
As paintings become digital photographs
enhanced by the light of computer screens
As consciousness sees the world through
technological portals
The memories, the expressions, once
assisted by plants via paper and canvas
Can be owned by us and our own creations
The warehousing and curating of material
Expressions will dissolve, and resources
Freed back to their own natural realms
after ages of division in purpose
We had no other way
The lighter and freer sharing of thought
Beauty and memories automatically
Organized better than before
Disappearing forever once witnessed and born.

-Kelly Voelker

Hence -
1.  as a consequence; for this reason.

2.

in the future (used after a period of time).

Plain Truth

In my mind
Exists the intention
To take in beauty
To observe as
A simple intvention
Asking supreme design
For a crumb, a tid-bit
A pixel, a misfit
A signpost of truth
From designs to unwrap
Hidden in my mind
A treasure of moments
To pass on or amplify
Highlight or pacify
In my mind ideas
Like tumbled plain stones
Become more beautiful
When turned and polished
In my mind are treasures
I reach in to choose
What shall this day reveal
Which thought will thus pose?

-Kelly Voelker

plain - 1. not decorated or elaborate; simple or ordinary in character.

             2.

(of a person) having no pretensions; not remarkable or special.

3.  clearly; unequivocally (used for emphasis).

           4.  a large area of flat land with few trees.

Time Erases Significance

Time erases the significance of everything.  

Current significance exists 

Because of inherited attachments.  

Create something beautiful.

Beauty is the only valid legacy. 

-Kelly Voelker

Morning Grains

The horses and insects
Stand still in first light
Of a new early morning
Positioned to soak in
Golden warmth melting
The chill of the night

I too sit still daily
In the first morning's sun
As the horse I am idle
Browsing the array
Of what's before me
In a leisurely way

Soon come directives
Saddles and reins
Mornings are precious
About idle not bridle
About grains and
Not gains.

-Kelly Voelker

WORDS NUMBERS MUSIC

I can leave this plane at any time
Into a system of words
To play, be entertained
Arranging words until
Sometimes a truth
The words already knew
Is displayed to me
Yes, displayed in words
As if the plane of words
Had its own superior ancient consciousness.

I see at once with this realization
The natural tendency for others
To leave this plane also
There are two other similar planes
With their own innate
Intelligence seemingly waiting for us
To arrange things in a way
That we discover answers and patterns
Displayed before us in the language
Of each other similar plane
These other planes are numbers and music

So are words, numbers and music expressed
In characters so that we can more easily
With words numbers and notes
Play in realms of intelligence
Infinite in scope yet orderly in composition
So that we may replay favorite knowns
And discover any number of unknowns
At our leisure without a fee
As a standard benefit of being human?

-Kelly Voelker

Church as a Catch Pen

What I learned from the bi bull?
A question I asked
Alone I was puzzled
A simple enough task

Nothing . . . the answer
Oh wait there's one thing
The adults in my village
Are not intelligent or
Sensitive enough to feel
Or express that it means
Less than nothing
In their lives. . . to be real.

A peer pressured guilt
Or shame to admit
Fences them in
With an open gate.

-Notes to sELF

Catch Pen - The catch pen is an area where the cattle can easily be gathered and sorted. ... Each catch pen should be large enough to provide approximately 18 square feet per animal. The crowding pen, often referred to as the tub, directs cattle from the catch pen and funnels them into the alley.

Dutiful Work Shrine

This morning brings
The need to reinvent
My mind creates
Wonderful decorations
For all I have
For all I am is a place
To hang beautiful things
Yet as a human in form
I create myself as cool brown
Creamy beige and my eyes
Cannot decide what color to reflect
Even with all the power of
Morning's full light range
I cannot stop shifting and adjusting
To meet the need of the day
Or my shifting thoughts
Once landing for a moment
Are thankful for my shelter
Yet yearn for the next location
Away from the dutiful shrine
Of this little work town.

-Kelly Voelker

End of Summer

The end of season
Push subsides
Harvest, savor, put aside
Enjoy the yield
From heat and sun
Put up feet
Let coast don't run
Walk in alignment
Through the lull
Between the weather
Cycle's done.

-Kelly Voelker

Reluctant to Move

The breeze was moist
With a lingering cling to it
Hanging onto  skin and fabric
As if it was reluctant to move

The clouds wouldn't abandon me
Leaving me for the relentless sun
They insulated my thoughts
With a gentler degree of light

I received four gifts
In random locations as rewards
For performing chores
Coffee, a ripened tomato,
A bistro set and a folding table

The cricket's ringing
Surrounding me with
A welcome frequency
Until a loud machine
Slowly passed by
Cutting nature steadily
As a diluting obscenity

These were the day's highlights
At a place without progression
Where time is as reluctant to move
As the humid summer air
A flashy swallowtail passed
Seeming to know where to go and when
Much more than I do now and then.

-Kelly Voelker

My Name

If my name were initials
A symbol together
My essence to hold
One letter would steer me
One letter would fly
Together in tandem
To signify Phi
One letter the handles
Of a bicycle
The other the head
Of a butterfly with
Multifaceted eyes
Antennae light in the wind
Sensing the softest
Differentiating air
All around would be pollen
Stardust and embers.

-Kelly Voelker

Gravity's Fabric

The greater part
My conscious will
Rolls and tumbles
Drifts and thrills
From natural landscape
Laid throughout
The un-owned frontier
Seen still free
Patterns, lifeforms
Reacting to
Sun and water
Fabric of
Gravity and wind above.

-Kelly Voelker

One Last Time

One last time
I'll sort it out
Taking stock
What's in what's out

One last time
I'll walk upon
Land which held
My family on

One last time
I'll treasure scenes
Kept for memory
Reference, dreams

One last time
To end the tether
Moving on
What's new
Not better

Resident of cycle dear
Life spans signal
Journey here
Insignificant from ages

Land just sighs
With gentle winds
Continued allegro
Spinning spun

Who will saddle up this time?
Those who dream a different picture
Of what memories, families differ

-Kelly Voelker

allegro - (especially as a direction) at a brisk tempo.