It caught us
unawares. It was unexpected,
a summer shower that cooled off all
but our desire.
My dress, ivory with an array of tiny purple flowers
was thin, and saturated
with the deluge …
Published on Medium: Assemblage by Loose Words
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I am proud and honored to have two poems published in an anthology on strong women. The anthology, published in June of 2022, includes poetry from across the globe, from females and males alike.
Here is an excerpt from one of my poems:
Choosing Myself
Love,
unmarred by time or quarrel, is patient
and blind,
to red flags fluttering in the wind.
It’s easy to lose yourself, be diminished
by another’s perception and resentment.
Days turn to months, to years; you exist
moment to moment, hoping
if you try hard enough it will get better.
It never does.
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In the silence of the room
vinyl crackles
like some distant message
over a wireless radio. The piano plays
and shadows fall
upon me, the wall, the day.
Twilight beckons,
with fingers of light, its seduction of me
is complete …
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To gain access to the secret
vault of my heart
search not
for key
or magic word, even
I know not what it is …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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Some
Some labyrinths are found in our minds.
Instead of leafy verdant cover,
binding as steel but soft
beneath the fingers we trail over it,
this boundary is rough. Hewn
from thickets grown of time
and pain. Notched ridges made smooth,
relentless touch a marker of my journey.
I seek reprieve
and escape from what I’ve known.
Prudence mislaid, I stumble
through the warren of my thoughts …
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©2020 Christine Kelly
Waylaid by sentimental stirrings,
unintentional memories
found folded in my pocket.
The faint scent of those yesterdays
clinging to the paper …
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Notes to nobody
but this girl I used to be.
Confessing gritty truths
to a parchment soul
stained with salty abandon …
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The mind becomes a ticking
time bomb, silence
settling like a fog.
Questions have no answers
and the weight of every one of them
smothers
what you do have.
You cannot breathe, for the journey
your mind takes you on
a whirlwind of emotions
you run down rabbit holes
better suited to a tale of Alice
and the person you wish to be
is masked
by this temporary madness …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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We the People
was our birth,
our beginning. But, we are no longer
We the People. How long has it been
since we could claim to be We
instead of Them or Us?
We the People
is an idea we fetishize,
placing it on a pedestal
when it is meant to be read
cover to cover,
intended to be worn
until it slides over us
like a second skin,
covering us in a common identity …
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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 …
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Siren Whispers 