“I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion
the sound of fireworks
echoes beyond the shores
traveling inland at
the speed of light
crowds marvel at the sight
oohs and ahhs at each
colorful pattern
dancing about the summer night sky
street lights out
eyes adjust
to appreciate the gathering
celebrating another year
on these shores
the freedom to be
whoever you choose
to believe in a brighter tomorrow
I posted my first ever blog post. I never imagined that ten years later I would still be blogging. I am so grateful for the people who continue to read my poems every week.
Writing has allowed me to find a voice I never knew I had. I am continuously grateful and thankful for the power of writing and poetry. It has shaped me into the woman I am today. I am a better writer and reader than I was a decade ago. My voice has changed and my style has morphed into many different versions of me along the way.
One thing I always try to do is share positivity with people and remind everyone to slow down. Enjoy the moment you’re in. Be present and excited for the possibilities of each new day.
There’s so much magic and meaning in writing. A reader can come back to something they love. I know I return to my favorite stories again and again for comfort, wisdom, and guidance.
I hope to be still blogging ten years from now. As long as I continue to find inspiration to share, you can always find me here.
Thanks for an incredible decade. Cheers to the next!
The light hits the water in midday causing the deep blue surface to contrast the cloudless sky lounging on the dock. I hold a book over my eyes to block out the sun the gentle sounds of summer soothes my energy. A much needed getaway from the hustle of everyday. Evening cold keeps the bugs away as I admire the pinkish sky on the dock. It feels more like September than June but I’ll take being here in any weather without complaining. This is where I go to think and dream always being inspired by the water and being present.
The stories we tell change over time.
Man loving woman was the story told to survive.
This line of thinking no longer applies
Yes it’s how new life is formed
But now we can love who we love
Loud and proud without needing
To follow what worked for others.
There’s so much shame around
Changing the stories when really
Shaming someone for loving someone
In their natural way, however they feel,
Says more about you than it does about them.
Love in all forms should be embraced
Because it’s love at the end of the day.
Two women loving each other
Two men loving each other
Two people loving each other
It’s a beautiful thing to find
We shouldn’t be defined
By the way we love each other
But the way we love ourselves.
Loving who you are allows you
To embrace others without judgement
Being happy for people without fear is
How we continue to change the story.
Understand how you view others is how
You view yourself, remember to be kind.
Happy Pride Month.
vintage cars signal
the start to warmer weather
i walk down the road near the water
late in the afternoon the town comes alive
in the summer i take in the picturesque
moments straight out of my favorite tv show
from childhood, including a guitar singer
belting covers of retro songs from a balcony.
i sit on the chair and watch children run around,
looking at my ice cream with jealousy.
the liveliness of June is prevalent
when the rest of the year is dull and quiet. these times remind me of the beauty of city life,
how everything is happening at once,
chaotic and beautiful from
just an observation view.
We gathered together
To remember and celebrate
The beloved patriarch
Of our family.
Stories were shared,
Memories were made
Around a camp fire
On a boat
Zooming around
The lake.
I took stock
Observing my family
In all different
Stages of our lives.
For a few days I slipped away to
An alternate reality mirroring my life
Where I could take back and reflect
With the help from a good friend
How to appreciate living in the now
We explored streets, both old and new to me,
Sharing stories, watching movies,
And reminding me the importance of
Accepting where I am instead of mourning
All I thought things could be
Laying on the beach, we ran towards the waves
I embraced welcoming summer
And this new chapter all at once.
the lack of sleep
led me to discover
a magnetic sight
solar shower caused
colors to light up
the night sky
dazzling surrealistic
to experience all alone
I looked around and
wondered why
there were no other
souls around to see
I could hear screams
down by the beach
I smiled thinking of
the view they must
have had from below
I grabbed my phone
the green and pink lights
came to life through
my camera lenses
even more than my eyes
could make out
weeks later I’m still
in awe of what I saw
put life into perspective
one spectacular night
Everything falls into place
As I begin to pack up this space
And go at my own pace.
I drag things downstairs and put
Them in a closet I will return to
At a later date. The stuff I need
The least goes first. Doing this 3xs
In one year has made me an expert
At knowing what I don’t need now
But can’t bear to part with.
One day I may need this,
Or so I believe.
Oh the lies I tell to hold
Onto things I no longer need.
step
by
step
I
heal
the
wounds
torn
open
by
trauma
laughing
after
crying
is
the
best
kind
of
medicine
the
bane
of
my
existence
is
out
of
my
control
all
I
can
do
is
breathe
through
the
moment
where
my
brain
feels
threatened
while
signaling
my
body
to
remain
still
battle
wounds
form
from
unsuccessful
attempts
I
form
boxes
with
my
breathing
as
I
follow
the
circle
around
and
around
trying
to
stay
calm
while
crying
isn’t
my
strong
suit
but
I
try
and
I
applaud
myself
with
the
little
attempts
of
progress
little
by
little
step
by
step
I
grow
Kelly Severseike 