Gently, I paint my poems into being. Guiding my pen along the line I try to provide clarity of seeing. In a day filled with distractions, I take as many moments as possible to just breathe, to just let my mind drift off as my thoughts become silent. It is the process of building newness within my internal reality which provides stability while feeling everything fully. One small irk takes up every corner of the room in my mind. All of this is new, I remind myself, its supposed to not feel familiar. In time, it will.
Now you’ve done it you opened me up to all of the feelings I stuffed in the back of my mind and hid behind a locked door I couldn’t find the key but you picked the lock and now here I am dealing with the feelings I would have chosen to remain oblivious to out of sight out of mind the mantra that played in my thoughts whenever anyone would cause me to look at the corner of my mind that I deemed a waste of time from the age of nine
Endless possibilities await in a bookstore. A safe haven for creatives and wanderers, just trying to find their place, drifting off into books where perspective is gained and memories are burned into our minds as though we have lived many lives. In the stacks there's a freedom to understand someone's reality while being detached from our own. It is here, there is magic.
You pick up the pieces and try again, for it’s all you can do to stay sane. You block out the noise. Rejoice in your differences, you’re the only one who will see them when everyone is too busy trying not to live on their own heads.
Relax your muscles beneath the surface of the water, trust it will hold you are weightless in this body under the reflection distorts your concept of time, the sunlight remains in your retinas long after you go inside ease back into the mirroring perception knowing you can trust yourself despite the messages from your self-doubt the heat slips off your skin when you release the stress of the daze you found yourself in once again when time continued on leaving you wandering, the water gently guides you back into your body, the waves of life knocked you off track but you’ll be alright.
Taking into account of what matters letting go of expectations accepting what is shedding the dreams of what wasn't meant to be putting feelings into art appreciating the small ordinary moments the taste of a lavender matcha calms my morning as conversation flows smoothly
Winter is slowly drawing to a close. The lessons it has taught about stillness and cold brings a better appreciation of colorful flowers and late summer hours does not go unnoticed to those who pay attention. The delight in my bones tingles with anticipation for getting more time in the day which will lead to more possibilities of what’s left to say.
The days of gathering in these cold months reminders of autumn days where celebrations occurred in simpler ways. I stop for once catch my breath take stock of what I had and have reminders of what will remain unsaid.
In the field of flowers a distant memory of summer a photo from my mother a gift from the future from the southern hemisphere the pure joy of flowers their colors light up under the cloudy day the warmth of weather allows them to stay a delight I admire a pure warmth of my soul as snow falls out my window in the present.
The rhythm of the morning begins with the light coming in through closed blinds I catch inspiration through the magic of believing anything is possible… Before reality or the state of where I find myself mentally comes in with all the reasons why not to write. The weightlessness that comes from a glass of wine has long faded with another version of me I will reckon with later. For now, I breathe hastily fighting with my inner critic for the rights of my creativity.
Kelly Severseike 