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 …
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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…
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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 …
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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 …
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Photograph: my own
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 …
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©Christine Kelly 2019
Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash
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.
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©Christine Kelly 2019
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
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 …
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©Christine Kelly 2019 (words and photograph)
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!
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
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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