These days are stirring, ready in the womb:
hours building bestness,
forming fully muscled moments
when creation exits the tomb,
shaking off the dust,
pouring out her songs…
sounding ancient melody anew.
Ancient Melody
Vital Visual
Somewhere not here these jewels of the sea tumble,
roll in the wash of salt and sun, sand…
silken promises of warmth to make a body crumble,
building humming wholeness in golden worship…
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Song of Secret Dances
Piercing warmth, fleeting reach
penetrating briefly just enough and enough.
But maybe a little more enough here,
sinking, seeping lyrical ground.
Roots sighing somewhere down,
restricted, richness-steeped and stewing brew.
This redness roiling sounds and sounds
and eventually out a hum…
past green growth shining,
humming something future known,
pounding pulse of winter’s spring
‘til finally full blast bloom…
song of secret dances.
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Moon Musing
Fly me to and through and…
well and so.
Where’d we go?
Within, beyond, but never face to face?
But this shine, this shine, this shine…
even in brightest sky,
diminished only by the light
begging us not to see the obvious.
Let the night fall already!
And the brightest shadow-maker
make us what we are,
something more precious than the stars.
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Snow and Light
The weather-guessers say more snow’s on the way and I’m not alone with mixed feelings. The sight of soundless white falling to a ground deadened by autumn’s work, covering up loss in a cold caressing grace overlays the longing for a warming light, guiding me out of a long, sighing night-time filling up days and days of winter. But snow dresses up the drab and empty, the naked and alone…
…walks and whiles of wandering in white, building laughter and balls of wonder ice flying through the air, smacking on jackets filled with life, children growing up in this light…
… a quiet vigil posing against the backdrop of winter’s cloak, guiding soul, filling feltness whole beyond the pain of stripped trees, blades of grass bowing in colorless submission to this rest, rest, resting before renewal…when comes the sun shining, melting, felling loss and planting seeds for spring…
[two plates hold flame on my mantel today: one in memory of a soul whose light lives on in my heart ‘though her life has passed into the next expression, beyond our tangible reach. the other in support of lives fighting to thrive in the aftermath of violence.]
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Split The Sky
I’m fenced in here
but soaring out there low,
under the ready radar of all we know,
running a dream across the horizon of limitations,
right there on the edge of what is seen
and not seen,
begging billows and flashes of light,
a song of possibility tearing across night sky,
splitting rhyme and reason with that jagged bolt,
love’s fiercest flashing season…
on the edge, beyond the limit, past the now and near.
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Snowbound…
I grew up in Georgia where they had their first White Christmas since 1882 this year. Of course, I wasn’t there. But we had a bit of a blanketing by the evening…
By the next morning we were adrift…
Scenes from the long walk later…
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- the great snow tree…
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snow drifts abound, spreading silent soulful respite,
blanket of peaceful reprieve from the norm.
Ok. Time for the melt…
blanket of peaceful reprieve from the norm.
Ok. Time for the melt…
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Fill ‘Er Up…
Life fills us up when we quit believing we must be the compensation for fear-driven loss. And it fills up those we think we’re responsible for. Guess what? It does it even when we’ve left, when we’ve given up, when we’ve tossed it all at the feet of “fate” and said: “I have to live…”
On with it…
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Heart Aflutter
heart flutters, follows
what she cannot have and so
shudders against walls…
- flight rest
so slowly unfurls
unfolding a telling shift
to places not known…
i was at the conservatory in raleigh’s museum of natural history with my youngest son this past week. we couldn’t quit chasing greens and tortoises, flowers and butterflies floating. there was one i adored the most, couldn’t get the creature to light long enough to take a picture. i was about to give up on capturing for just a moment of glory. my hand is on the door. and the blue wonder decided to come see me just as i was about to leave. i laughed and started clicking with hands that perpetually shake. the images leave alot to be imagined, at least.
it strikes me this is the work of the heart sometimes. i keep getting messages to follow my heart, the heart knows, the heart needs hope, the heart, the heart…oh do just hush now. i’m not as trusting of my heart as maybe i should be. the heart moves in directions not always even allowed. we must wait. til the hand is on the door and the give up is almost complete and something flutters in…something not yet clearly known…something not about pining after the unavailable or the impossible…something that comes just as you live with heart with what you have right at hand, right under the feet, as you unfold the love you are in the most daunting tides and tales of life.
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Visual Vicissitudes
leave the colors lost?
frost fullness feathers awash…
life releases us.
weatherman said so and so but well and oh. my. we got more. and that’s life. it evens up the score and leaves us gasping for our breath in the aftermath…
the color ‘neath ice whispers something resilient, singing, laughing past life’s coldest losses…
J. Ruth Kelly 