Growing up is learning how toconnect the mind to the body.These strange days are filled withdelicate daydreams and mind games.I follow the moon but find the sun,listen to the waves constantly telling meto love myself for who I am and how I see,how I am not trying to be someone I’m not,only someone I canContinue reading “Growing Up”
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Something So Lovely
You loved your garden.You were always so proudof the flowers that bloomed.So much so you would pick oneto show me then put it ina small vase on the kitchen tablethen remark for dayshow beautiful your flower wasand how extraordinary it wasthat something so lovelycould grow from the groundbecause of your love and care.You were soContinue reading “Something So Lovely”
Delicate Daydreams
May I lead the way throughthese delicate daydreamsalong the seaby the flowersunder the sunI listen to musicand find peacewith what I do not knowbeyond now.
Carwash
Turkeys fly into the trees,wobbling on the branchesas they settle into the night.The nor’easter windskeep me up — sounds of childhoodgoing through the carwashrush through my mindas I hear water being slammedat the windows, except nothingis being cleaned.A never-ending carwashcontinues throughoutthe night, getting louderjust as I almostdrift into sleep.
anchor
Writing is my anchorin the sand.What keeps me afloatwhen the ocean of my mindbecome choppy.What tethers meto the planetwhen I’m floatingup in space.The grounding space,the safe place.Giving me clarity in these trying times.Through the lines,I write with messyscribbles. I returnhome to me,again,and again,and again….
Boat In The Window
The placement of the sailsin the framecauses me to stopin my tracks.How perfect, I think.The window overlookingthe ocean mirrorsthe one facing inland,through both, I seepossibility. For Grandpa Boat
Extraditionary Exceptions
I am that personwho will take photos offlowers in shopping storeparking lotsbefore going insideand missing the sun.Appreciation for thebeauty around me,especially whenit’s finite, will nevernot be crucial inmy mind.For it reflects whatI want to see inthe reality we live in,finding the extraditionary exceptions inan ordinary day.
Follow the Sun
I breathe insalt air.I let go of worryas I feel the warmthof the sun on my bare skin.I am happy, gaining backwhat I lost in the wintermonths, not seeing or feelingthe day to its fullest.I follow the sun,I walk along the ocean.Happy to bejust to be.
Rest
I embrace quietlike a long-lost friend.Nowhere to go,nowhere to be,in my lonesomeI find serenity.
Mental Caverns
Moments that steal my breathfrom my lungs, pull me outof my racing thoughts,stop the looping altogether,are few and far between.Mother nature’s beautyoften is the one thingthat can snap me into now.These mental cavernsI crawl into without thinkingwhen things shift quicklyresemble the beauty with playingthe same scene of the same movie.I dream of these summer days,whereContinue reading “Mental Caverns”
Kelly Severseike 