time – Kelly Severseike

Parallel

There are different sections of time all happening at once.They run parallel to each other, living indifferent time periods.Past, present, future.All aligned to run and function at different times.The rivers flow but never collide.Fiction predicts the future shown in the past.What has happened hasn’t occurred and is currently present.

Speedometer

The day before I got sick, I went for a walk.A jaunt, some might say.I wanted to see the autumn leaves,while basking in the summer heat.How is it October? I thought while walking.I looked up and admired the colors,odd how time passes at different speedsdepending on the time of yearand where your mind is at.

Ode To My Twenties

A wise woman once told me It doesn’t matter how old you are All that matters is how you feel. I have been reading my old journals lately. I am not who I used to be But the memories remain on The surface of my being. I had a lot of strong feelings. I loveContinue reading “Ode To My Twenties”

First Month Almost Finished

Two days left of the first month of this new year. Third year of the 20s, ninth year of my 20s. Seems like too many years since the pandemic started and at least ten extra years on to the last decade of my life. It’s been a very cold and gloomy start to the year.Continue reading “First Month Almost Finished”

10:23 pm

my window is closed I can hear the cicadas chirping loudly tonight drowning out the usual quiet of august evenings, the rain this afternoon startled the whole house the dog ran from the bathroom to the closet nonstop for thirty minutes like a spy trying to hide darting from one dark space to the other,Continue reading “10:23 pm”

adjusting

my body aches in places I don’t usually feel in trying to adjust for my ankle to heal, I become aware of the toll my body takes in the process. my shins get the brunt of bruising, trying to sit while working leads to bumping into shelves and solid structures finding comfort for my leftContinue reading “adjusting”

36th Street

After a long day of speech therapy and wandering around the city, I take a shortcut to return back to my hotel. 36th street. A random street. The sun has disappeared behind the clouds. The street is quiet, a welcomed change from Park Avenue. I’m halfway down between Park and Lexington when I notice aContinue reading “36th Street”

Worst Critic

I’ve been posting for so long I can no longer tell if I’m good at what I’m doing. Hello? Anyone out there? I write these poems to share. To share how my life is going, What I’m thinking and feeling. When I read some these poems back, I’m unfamiliar with who wrote them. I noContinue reading “Worst Critic”

When Time Slowed Down

When I was a child, time moved slowly. I’d go out front and climb the tree that was in our yard. I felt like I was out there for hours when it was probably about thirty minutes. I was present. I wasn’t distracting myself with my own thoughts. I wasn’t worried about what I hadContinue reading “When Time Slowed Down”

Time is My Only Healer

“We will just wait,” my doctor reassures me at the end of another long visit.The limited resources I have to aid my symptoms cause more damage than improvement.So I accept what I cannot changeand wait for change to occur.I just got my vision back after months of fuzziness,oh what it’s like to see clearly, such aContinue reading “Time is My Only Healer”