poet – Kelly Severseike

Sliver

The air is hot after the sun setssummer evenings pull me in.Nightlife, for once, is fun.Joys in conversations,magic in poetry,and unexpected shocks,reminders of loved ones.The sliver of the moontowards the eastlights the drive home,daylight lingers softy,peace is welcomed.

boating season

Summer has settled in the airalong the shore I watch the boatsgo by on the coast’tis the season for observationI watch closely as the hazecomes then fades in the distanceof the day.

Dance

Patience is a delicate dance, one in whichthe steps are mapped out but only so far.One in which it can slip out of graspcausing damage to commence in its wake.Choosing peace and quiet to sitas I watch the dancers graspthe concept of changeas I try to understandmy own.

The Start of Summer

I walk down to grab a doughnut fromthe coffee shop, smell the flowers,admire the waves, embracing the summer,the new season lingers in the air.

Happiness is

a good bookmy niece’s laughthe sound of the oceanthe color of flowersphases of the moonmusic I play on repeatfuzzy socks on a cold morningfirst cup of coffeea healthy smoothiequiet hourslong conversationsbig questions with no answersaccepting things wholeheartedlyfinishing a poem

Intuition

Drowning out the noise of the day,trying to exist without getting lostin the ocean of my own thoughts.I seek beauty, make stories in my head,dance out the darkness until itno longer enraptures my every step.I’m okay, I say, I’m okay.These are the days where I’m beginningto believe my own words.

In-between the cracks of an open window

I spy a bird in the distance on a rooftop signals of summer in the airheat manifests in roomswith no a/c, the east coastliving drips down my skinI listen to the morningmy morning coffee going colda book resting on my keyboardplaces there when I took this photoinspiring a poem through an open window.

Perfect Morning Walk

Mid-May, midweekEarly rise, high 60s /low 70s, make way fortourists to flock towardsthe sun but for nowI walk along the sandlosing count of my stepsbreathing in the possibilitiesof a new season.

Internal Landscapes

A David Gray album is my soundtrackas the tides change in my brainas the days are shifting, blossoming.I am in the process of mourningthe part of me that’s helped mesurvive up until now. I love her dearlybut in the process of growth, I mustlet her go. My body aches at herdeparture, for it’s unbalanced inContinue reading “Internal Landscapes”

Technicolor

I love how the pink flowers contrast perfectly with the deep blue cloudless morning sky. Appreciation of beauty takes a second of your day but can lighten your mood and remind you of some of the ways in which change can be lovely. It’s the small details that have the deepest impact. We walk inContinue reading “Technicolor”