I had another poembut somehow it got lostin the closing of windows.I swore I had saved it.In it’s place is this poemwith the same nameabout the passage of time,the mistaken of actions,and the curious wayswe continue to pick ourselves upand carry on to the next season of life, to the nextdays where sunshine causesthe waterContinue reading “Bloom Baby Bloom”
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Happenstance
The invisible string of reality.How one person’s life ends suddenlysaves a life that gives birth togenerations of people that wouldn’texist had a stranger not existed either.It’s a balance of happenstance,the layers of emotions are unmatchedwhen grief meets relief of breathinganother day. An organ in a foreign bodydonated from another helps keepthe patient alive along withContinue reading “Happenstance”
Palette
Gently, I paint my poems into being.Guiding my pen along the lineI try to provide clarity of seeing.In a day filled with distractions,I take as many moments as possibleto just breathe, to just let my minddrift off as my thoughts become silent.It is the process of building newnesswithin my internal reality which providesstability while feelingContinue reading “Palette”
Now You’ve Done It
Now you’ve done it you opened me upto all of the feelings I stuffed in the back of my mind and hid behind a locked doorI couldn’t find the key but you picked the lock and now here I am dealing with the feelings I would have chosen to remain oblivious to out of sightContinue reading “Now You’ve Done It”
In The Stacks
Endless possibilities await in a bookstore.A safe haven for creatives and wanderers,just trying to find their place,drifting off into books whereperspective is gainedand memories are burnedinto our minds as thoughwe have lived many lives.In the stacks there’s a freedomto understand someone’s realitywhile being detached from our own.It is here, there is magic.
In Case You Forget
You pick up the pieces and try again, for it’s all you can do to stay sane. You block out the noise. Rejoice in your differences, you’re the only one who will see them when everyone is too busy trying not to live on their own heads.
Swimming
Relax your muscles beneath the surfaceof the water, trust it will hold youare weightless in this bodyunder the reflection distortsyour concept of time, the sunlightremains in your retinas longafter you go insideease back into the mirroringperception knowing you cantrust yourself despitethe messages from your self-doubt the heat slips off your skinwhen you release the stressContinue reading “Swimming”
Art
Taking into account of what mattersletting go of expectationsaccepting what isshedding the dreams ofwhat wasn’t meant to beputting feelings into artappreciating the smallordinary momentsthe taste of a lavendermatcha calms my morningas conversation flowssmoothly
Gathering
The days of gathering in these cold monthsreminders of autumn dayswhere celebrations occurred in simpler ways.I stop for once catch my breathtake stock of whatI had and havereminders of what will remain unsaid.
Summer Days
In the field of flowersa distant memory of summera photo from my mothera gift from the futurefrom the southern hemisphere the pure joy of flowerstheir colors light upunder the cloudy daythe warmth of weatherallows them to staya delight I admirea pure warmth ofmy soul as snowfalls out my windowin the present.
Kelly Severseike 