Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.
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Milky Way
Late night, the sky comes to life.Shooting stars subtly shoot acrossthe universe, blink and you’d miss it.I find comfort in looking around andseeing how small my problems are.How the universe is much bigger thananything I can possibly comprehend.Watching the stars mirror the water below,I let go of what I can control.
Limbo
Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.
32
I am now the ageof my favorite numberin elementary school.8x416x248-16128÷428+4When I got 32as the answeron a timed math sheetmy body would relax.My brain didn’thave to do the math -it just knew the answer.
daily practice
look uplook outtouch grasssmell airsee waveslaugh hardstay latestart earlybreathe deepwear socksgo barefootfeel warmthknow yourselfaccept yourselfbe weirdfeel emotionsfree yourselffrom thecage youfind yourselfin thedaily practiceof reality
Sturgeon Moon
Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.
Morning Moon
The early summer hoursbring back childhood patterns.Following the morning moon acrossthe sky as I travel from road toroad, I smile and count the craters.In my contentment, I embrace thisstate of peace fully. Right now,it’s just me, my thoughts, my music,and the moon. Real life doesn’t existoutside this existence, not right nowanyway.
Years Without A Word
March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”
Postcards
Your postcards now hangin my living room,I took two of them off the wallin your kitchen,moved them downthe roadwhere I seethe ocean whileI write this poem.The middle onewas by your bedsidewhen you died.I look at themand see allthe memories,all the summersI came hometo see youwhere I now callmy own.I carry your lovein your handwritingwith meContinue reading “Postcards”
On The Beach
People walkin the hazeI watchwith amazetheir abilityto remainstable wherethey cannotsee.They moveas if nothingspectactularis happeningin front ofthem, as ifthey coulddisappearand not beseen again.The body remainsgrounded toearth, the mindadjusts, normalizesthese unstabilizingmoments.
Kelly Severseike 