Blooming Song

all the dying reach
into the unknowable,
a blooming song born

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2018, All Rights Reserved

 

 

The May Monet

In May Monet brews
deep hues’ agony and love
the vista reveals
A woman reeling
deeply resonating hope,
courage poised, still.

j. ruth kelly, 2017, all rights reserved

My daughter, Marion, is often called May, and in May we visited Carnegie Museum of Art. The month of May turned out to be a very challenging and difficult time for my daughter. Her courage, strength, and depth of awareness struck me as I turned to look back at her lingering over Monet’s magnificent and imparting work of beauty.

Stories Telling

witnesses in time
among the lines’ flowing sighs
eternal love vibes

haphazardly stood,
our stories telling fluid
crooked mystery

j. ruth kelly, 2017, all rights reserved

Blossoms

all the crushing tides,
rivulets, flashing bolts of
life, light, fire and ice
carve these etchings’ speak
and harden, encase tender
flow while seeds erupt
magic, making me
in spite of, because of all
these shredding life songs

j. ruth kelly, 2015, all rights reserved
j. ruth kelly, 2015, all rights reserved

Safe Harbor

“One cannot have doubt about that which he wishes to trust. To trust love you must be convinced of love. One cannot admit what he does not yield to. To yield to love you must be vulnerable to love. One cannot love what he does not dedicate himself to. To dedicate yourself to love you must be forever growing in love.” Leo Buscaglia


shore breaks here whisper
something about constancy.
love knows all our fears

tossing in tides of
change. we cling to sea’s uproar
’til the silence sighs

and we float ashore,
tumbling mystery and
faith in what we know.

Blog Post Image 2014
j. ruth kelly, 2014

Swaying Still…

j. ruth kelly, 2012 all rights reserved
j. ruth kelly, 2012 all rights reserved

ripple through, over
me-all fully floating now
torn from towers’ sway

say me along to
brew roaring liquid peace-flow
from night to day, new

watch me fall apart
seeds, crumbling into song full
‘neath the hum of earth

from dirt to sky to
river low and back to dirt,
dancing life anew.

Vital Visual . . .

yellow yielding flow
unfolding from some wholeness
supreme. calling me.

Photo by Kate Stetler Holgate, Used by Permission