It’s raining, a drink of water after parched days. The ground was littered with odd drops, scattered randomly, before the thunder came and the heavens opened.
The rain always stops me in my tracks. I wait. I watch. I wonder. And my heart aches with some unfathomable feeling that soaks me to my core with a haunting want …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Find the complete version here.
:
© 2020 Christine Kelly
All Rights Reserved
Photo by Nadia Valko on Unsplash
The ivories he tickles
are behind her eyes
accidentals touched
strings struck …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Find the complete version here.
:
© 2020 Christine Kelly
All Rights Reserved.
Photograph: my own
It defies explanation or definition
yet persists —
days when it is there, quietly
sitting in the corner
waiting to speak,
other times
words filling me
with a rush –
images vivid in tone and texture.
What is it that calls my pen to action
my being to yearning …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Find the complete version here.
:
© 2020 Christine Kelly
All Rights Reserved.
Photograph by author
Five days
and you will get on a jet plane
winging your way westward.
So much,
so little
time
to have …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Find the complete version here.
:
©2019 Christine Kelly
All Rights Reserved.
Photograph by the author
Siren Whispers 