Siren Whispers

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Inscrutable

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Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?

Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain …

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©2019 Christine Kelly All Rights Reserved

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

 


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Somewhere in between

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Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Photograph: my own

 

Little Sparrow

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The thought
perches upon my shoulder,
like a sparrow,
quietly undemanding,
yet claiming my attention.

It’s softness and patience
unmoors me,
as time races
past the point I felt certain I’d reach,
the person I’d become …


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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A breath, taken

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Let me
breathe
this once
without thinking, no tears
falling from scrunched up eyes
or lips salty with memory and regret,
the waves having crested …


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Photograph: my own

 


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Dressed in violet

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Once again I find you,
betwixt thoughts
and between breaths. A pull
as inexplicable as the way sunlight
shimmers upon Midwestern wheat,
this Autumn day. With memory
more than ephemeral …

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash


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Inscrutable

Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?

Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain.


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

Find the complete version here.

:

©Christine Kelly 2019

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash


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Silent waves

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Blue seas have their own language.

The undulation of dark through light

whispers and roars,

the world becomes strange

day to night. We search the silence

for words unsaid, feelings unfelt,

everything we’ve ever known …

 


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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©Christine Kelly 2019 (words and photograph)

 


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Adieu

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Like a wave born of a swell

another year is upon us, racing

to the shore

pulling the remnants of the previous year

away to memory

we bid farewell to the old year

a time of growth

awareness

joy and loss

a new year beckons

with the promise a new day brings

tides turning

presenting new opportunities

possibilities to grasp 

with both hands

before they slip away

with the tides…

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Watercolour art by Lia Melia

*May I extend my best wishes for a happy and healthy 2019 to all of you who find the time to read my words, who are generous with support and comments, who I am privileged to call friends. Happy New Year!


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Undertow

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All along the undertow

I fought for breath

Every tug upon my senses

Pulling me back

Into your tide

The current strong

As strong as my will

My lungs filling

With the taste of memory

Burning with need

Until I surrendered

My thoughts

Struggling no more

Finding freedom

In the embrace

Of your waves

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“Siren’s last breath”

Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth


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Betwixt and between

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I find you

betwixt and between my thoughts, 

a marker in a book I wish to remember.

My eyes

lingering upon our page

as murmurs,

sweet upon my tongue,

become an invocation

of memory

without fail.

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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced