I find comfort
As an observer therein
Even when planned and set
The melting of circumstances sent
From the true authority of
All that we think and do
The tasks and schedules
Routes and climbs
No way to circumvent
A subspace tar pit for space and time
With forces grand and spelling out
Our limitations shown grand there too
Resetting reality's clue
Nothing to do but wait and be
Until the end of this calamity.
-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 mystical place than here, or maybe it offers a more mystical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker kellywriteaway@gmail.com
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Monday, November 4, 2019
Seeds of Inspiration
My inspiration raises
More answers than it questions.
My inspiration praises
It doesn't criticize but suggests
People and their attempts are
On the right track, on their way
The road to realize more.
Inspiration does not notice
Degrees of in-congruence
Or cycles of disparity
Too much or less of anything.
If I overshoot the outcome
It still serves to raise the spirits
For someone may be wondering
If they are in agreement with
Any other nearby soul
Or anywhere between the points
Of the idea and its completion.
Never spare a spark
Within your mind as seed
For this is the trajectory
What is required to inspire
Is your optimism freed.
More answers than it questions.
My inspiration praises
It doesn't criticize but suggests
People and their attempts are
On the right track, on their way
The road to realize more.
Inspiration does not notice
Degrees of in-congruence
Or cycles of disparity
Too much or less of anything.
If I overshoot the outcome
It still serves to raise the spirits
For someone may be wondering
If they are in agreement with
Any other nearby soul
Or anywhere between the points
Of the idea and its completion.
Never spare a spark
Within your mind as seed
For this is the trajectory
What is required to inspire
Is your optimism freed.
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Sadness
If someone clever
Slipped away to play
And I was left with no direction
No idea could come to pass
With sadness, sadness holding fast
Weighing down my face and eyes
Some well meaning souls
Offer to take me along
For entertainment or storage
But I too sad to accept or
To numb and bereft
Feel my joyfulness was spent
On love and aspirations went
Leave me to the woods and leaves
To retreat and replenish with greater speed.
-Kelly Voelker
*bereft - to be deprived of something
**replenish - fill or build up again
Slipped away to play
And I was left with no direction
No idea could come to pass
With sadness, sadness holding fast
Weighing down my face and eyes
Some well meaning souls
Offer to take me along
For entertainment or storage
But I too sad to accept or
To numb and bereft
Feel my joyfulness was spent
On love and aspirations went
Leave me to the woods and leaves
To retreat and replenish with greater speed.
-Kelly Voelker
*bereft - to be deprived of something
**replenish - fill or build up again
Friday, October 25, 2019
Leavened Dread
I fear once again the nature of my optimism
Kept in this petri dish study
Will inflate as leavening
Fed by the slightest bit of sweetness
Raising a mass of simple ingredients
Towards the goal of something
Which could be enjoyed by all
Yet inevitably gets punched down
To the same level from which it started
That same chronic level of Spartan compliance
Baked into commercial goods
Shunned by artisans
Who starve in their isolation
By way of insisting on finer and finer
Focus to delight those imagined few
Who might notice or care
An audience of one or two fair
Resulting in sarcasm
Unwilling to entertain or dare.
-Kelly Voelker
Saturday, October 19, 2019
What is Humble?
Humble, as an attribute,
Stands quietly in the distance
As a familiar mountain range
Or the shape of a known landmark
Slightly ahead of
And bowing aside
As others pass it steeped in pride.
Its balanced buoyancy
Keeps it calm
Acquired over time
A ballast of prime proofs
A chalice of found truths
Authentically derived
Offered without words
For all to drink from
If they would ask.
This sequence is key
To knowing the purity
Of the bare plain safety
Of the humble soul
As a lone tree offering
Shelter from competition
Peace from the heckling public
Rest for the weary newcomer
Who walks the Earth blind.
-Kelly Voelker
Stands quietly in the distance
As a familiar mountain range
Or the shape of a known landmark
Slightly ahead of
And bowing aside
As others pass it steeped in pride.
Its balanced buoyancy
Keeps it calm
Acquired over time
A ballast of prime proofs
A chalice of found truths
Authentically derived
Offered without words
For all to drink from
If they would ask.
This sequence is key
To knowing the purity
Of the bare plain safety
Of the humble soul
As a lone tree offering
Shelter from competition
Peace from the heckling public
Rest for the weary newcomer
Who walks the Earth blind.
-Kelly Voelker
Friday, October 4, 2019
Productive Poise
She behaved and was punctual
Day in and day out
She prepared, preserved, planned and did
She reserved her opinions
Refrained from the crown
Refused to dream outside
As procedure surrounds
But the Buffalo was silent
The Raven was roost
The Ibis was wading and silent to boot
So where was the magic, the thrill and the loft?
Patient and waiting 'til systems produced
The useful whole offspring of planning and couth.
-Kelly Voelker
*couth - good manners; refinement.
Day in and day out
She prepared, preserved, planned and did
She reserved her opinions
Refrained from the crown
Refused to dream outside
As procedure surrounds
But the Buffalo was silent
The Raven was roost
The Ibis was wading and silent to boot
So where was the magic, the thrill and the loft?
Patient and waiting 'til systems produced
The useful whole offspring of planning and couth.
-Kelly Voelker
*couth - good manners; refinement.
Autumn Grounding
The Raven was with her mind
As it floated o'er the tides
Inspiration waves and ebbs comprise
Still not landing
Where toil and thoughts blend
Laughter and profanity cackled aside
Her ease as she lowered
Descended and died.
-Kelly Voelker
As it floated o'er the tides
Inspiration waves and ebbs comprise
Still not landing
Where toil and thoughts blend
Laughter and profanity cackled aside
Her ease as she lowered
Descended and died.
-Kelly Voelker
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
When an Enigma Dies
As I perceive through a spiritual lens
And accept the changes and amends
I'm coming short of reconciling
A departure of one beguiling
To know the hidden highlights
The lively encounters
The dynamic pursuits
Dimmed by waning hopes
Hidden in time by decades
Before my arrival on the scene
To know one so effected by beauty and life
Could no more share the same planet
Could no more be within physics
Tests the chasm between
The realms I know of and
The realms my body resides in
The bridge won't allow me to cross
To see for myself how it is
To be neither here nor anywhere
But an actual part of peacefulness
Renouncing the human qualities
Known by all but in truth false
No more having the will
To generate an acceptable image
No more willing or able to
Arrange a jolly gathering
Or beguile a single other soul
As now not of features or flaws
Not a creature with claws
A facet of wonder now pervasive beyond
What our ideas and words can respond.
-Kelly Voelker
Beguile - 1. charm or enchant (someone), sometimes in a deceptive way.
2. LITERARY - help (time) pass pleasantly.
Waning -1. (of the moon) have a progressively smaller part of its visible surface illuminated, so that it appears to decrease in size.
2. (especially of a condition or feeling) decrease in vigor, power, or extent; become weaker.
And accept the changes and amends
I'm coming short of reconciling
A departure of one beguiling
To know the hidden highlights
The lively encounters
The dynamic pursuits
Dimmed by waning hopes
Hidden in time by decades
Before my arrival on the scene
To know one so effected by beauty and life
Could no more share the same planet
Could no more be within physics
Tests the chasm between
The realms I know of and
The realms my body resides in
The bridge won't allow me to cross
To see for myself how it is
To be neither here nor anywhere
But an actual part of peacefulness
Renouncing the human qualities
Known by all but in truth false
No more having the will
To generate an acceptable image
No more willing or able to
Arrange a jolly gathering
Or beguile a single other soul
As now not of features or flaws
Not a creature with claws
A facet of wonder now pervasive beyond
What our ideas and words can respond.
-Kelly Voelker
Beguile - 1. charm or enchant (someone), sometimes in a deceptive way.
2. LITERARY - help (time) pass pleasantly.
Waning -1. (of the moon) have a progressively smaller part of its visible surface illuminated, so that it appears to decrease in size.
2. (especially of a condition or feeling) decrease in vigor, power, or extent; become weaker.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
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.
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.
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
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
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
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
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