I wander through a crowd of people.The night is young, the band is alivewith the music they’re playing underthe stars. Summer, the months in thenorthern hemisphere where the sun warmsthe earth, the light stays late as the daysdrift by in a blur, a hazy hot blur, where walking outside feels like stepping into awarm poolContinue reading “Dreamscape”
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Adrift
This is a message,a reminder to balancewhen you feel adrift.from your bodythat you’ll be steady,that you will find calm,that you will be neutral once again with timeand clarity bringspeace only steadinesswill provide, stay strongthrough these challenging dayswhere reality spins fasterthan your brain can comprehend.You acknowledge the distancebetween your fingers on the keyboardand your mind adriftContinue reading “Adrift”
Loops
I call them loops.They loop around my braincausing me to question.When things are badI push through, when thingsare good, I delusionally thinkthey can always be this way,that my emotions aren’t severelyimpacted if I know this levelof calm. It’s a lie I fall myself,every single time and without fail,I am reminded of the power my bodypossesses,Continue reading “Loops”
Growing Up
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”
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”
Tiny Dancer
Lives interconnect with a single song,a classic onebrings back memories good and badwhen moments occurred that were out of their controlwhere destiny calls could not be ignoredrolling down California roads watching the sun fall below the seaa tune comes blasting through space a reminder of what was,what is, what is no longer hereone person’s negativityContinue reading “Tiny Dancer”
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.
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.
Kelly Severseike 