So I felt this need to go look in my old poetry folder. I haven't written a poem in so long I'm pleading the 5th. However, I found something wonderful...and it's a poem I forgot I wrote. :) So here you are...from the chest of Kelly, a poem has been prised out. (Guess I'm being very un-Emily Dickinson right now...but hey...)
Stolen Moments
An Eagle’s
sitting challenge :
What am I missing?
Flight.
Like a river’s return
these roads
laid out before me
I am destined
to seize
this moment
of spontaneous awareness.
Little bits gathered
prepare for traditions
Memories kept alive
one song
filling the space
bridging time,
to link you up again,
one song . . .
we prepare
to be spellbound
by silence
by life
by these stolen moments
The weather varies
like the altitude,
the journey
rolling out
mile by mile
revealing
blessings
rain glazed
sun touched moments
in a late winter day
with spring on the
fringes
climb
push on
a song . . .
pause for
companion
standing beside you -
yet catching up,
what once you
thought was a destination
grinning back at you:
move on !
Suddenly
you’re face to face
with a morale imperative!
It’s the ocean
slipping free
from the boundaries
of shore
sand
rocks
to leap up
reach out
caress your face
remind you of life
there’s a rhythm,
a set of three,
like candles on cake
think
Inhale
let the blessings Christen you
reach up
to brush the Wingtips
Gratitude’s Extension ~ for your Faith
whispers you were
right to Believe ,
Listen …
It’s giggles resemble :
soul freeing laughter
and only it can teach
you of Sorrow ~
where it goes
and Why . . .
Listen to the depths
the foam
Brushing foam
Cascading
over
past
around
something beneath it’s
Shadows
as the sun
gently slides
between one cloud and the sky
it’s rays Escape
desperately extending
to brush
this moment
and all who
Gather
in the stillness
Rising up
from the moments
that comprise daily life
to realize
this IS Life ~
it’s breath
the beauty that
is formed
from majesty
and cold depths
touched by
rays of life
pulsating the distances
fleeting and freedom ,
not crying -
Enclosing
weaving
Here you stand
in One’s Eternal sight
Forever
a part of this
Moment -
your existence
Validating
It’s creation!
Breathe in
be strong ,
complexity exists
for this simplicity
it Thrums
Crashes
wave upon wave
over and over
in and out
holding
all the parts
perceived separate
part of the One great whole …
with the words
you’ve learned of Silence
Sing Praise
from your soul
Exhale--
then as light leaves
both land and sky
the waves
Whisper
a gentle seduction
of shadow and light
And I
am happy to be
Seduced~
~Kelly Brooke
January 24, 2004
Beverly Beach
(rough draft)
2 comments:
I miss your poems ... and our long hours of writing. I like to think we will revisit our youth in our twilight years ... writing at odd hours and sharing. You have to live forever K ... moral imperative my dear, we have to get old, opinionated, and poetic!
I love that idea! I love your comment...I too miss it, and wish it, and yes...if I get old let it be with a friend and sister of the heart like you...and you'd better believe I'll be opinionated and I can dream of the poetics!
By the way, I found an old notebook of mine, and thought it was sermon notes from Oregon. Turns out...poetry for the most part. So I'm typing the poems into my computer...and there may be more to come. :)
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