If I Could Fly

Would I fly as a
Dove— symbolizing peace,
wings beating like my heart,
or as a Raptor
suspended on broad feathers of flight— silent as thoughts,
looking down, in non-human conformity with eyes of wisdom
and question why

If I could fly, would I see
tears of red, streaming down Her volcanic ashen face
She looking back at me, only as a trouble Mother could
wondering….how

Would tears flow as I observe
Her blue amniotic fluids caressing the shores
She trying to offer solace to Her child
in spite of
Her own pain

Would I soar silent, while
icy whispers slide down crystal
stoic walls,
                  falling,
                            moving,
filling crevasses of age

Must I bear witness to
tangled webs, though connected,
stifling the nurturing voice of reason
while tree limbs reaching in desperation
plead—do not take me for I am all that is left

What would I see —if I could fly?
the birth of new
or the death of old
before their time is due


Kellie M Shanley © 2007

Moonrise

I remember much
I remember nothing
I am trying…
Almost dark
I watch the moon rise
Bigger, bigger, brighter


A light echoes behind the evergreen trees
Telling
I remember once
A moment like this before
When
I remember nothing
Ah….a memory like the moonrise
A glimmer
Bigger, brighter…
shadows like an eclipse


Was it then
Is it now


I remember much
I remember nothing
I remember when
I remember now

© Kellie M Shanley 2009

Regret

I have none

Yes, but what about the time you cried?
I’ve no regrets for those tears, they helped me grow.

But what about the time you lost your first love
I’ve no regrets, for that loss taught what it is
I do not want.

What about when someone said unkind and untrue things about you?
No regrets, it showed me who my friends are.

What about the time, you thought God had forsaken you.
No regrets, it was then,
I learned he was teaching me to fly.

Kellie M Shanley © 2009

An Etheree Poem...Ever done one...they're fun

Soul Intentions

Charm
Pleasure
Enchanting
Fascination
In this night of ours
Blushing— warm affection
Radiates within your face
The moons soft light—illuminates
Porcelain cheeks and ruby red lips
Ripe—ready for a kiss of divine love

My lips—pale pink rest upon yours lightly
Finding the soul of my intentions
Basking in desire of love as
I breath in your virgin breathe
Caressing your chin with
This love, more than lust
I stop desire
With purest
Love for
You

KMS © 2009

Beyond The Lens

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What do I see beyond the lens
The past
A moment kept forever in time
The still of night
in its midnight blue beauty


What do I see beyond the lens
The story of hell on earth
through a one-dimensional picture
telling a powerful account
captured on still faces

What do I see beyond the lens
A smile cropped with sadness
Wheelchairs guided by angel’s wings
Wingless nocturnals in flight

What do I see beyond the lens
Love
Laughter
Life
Magnificent accomplishments in black and white
Great moments evermore

What do I see beyond the lens
Forever
Birth
Existence
Amusement
Grief
Death
Then and now

What do I see beyond the lens
Everything

Kellie M Shanley © 2009

Dancing With the Flame

The room is dark as I enter,
Yet I know it is there.
Its fragrance greets my senses.

Tilting my head back, breathing deep
I absorb the welcoming evergreen bouquet.
Holding my breath for a moment I savor the aroma,
Hopeful it will linger.

I reach through the dark for my touch lamp,
Tap once, it softly illuminates the room.
There…alone, a candle, green and stoic, waits peacefully
Resting in a glass votive holder.

Again I pause, bend closer and
Inhale its memory gathering fragrance.
I strike a match. It ignites into a single fast flame,
Then calms and waits patiently as I place it to the wick of the waiting candle.

The candle, at first shy does not want to accept the matches’ offer of life.
Diligent am I, continuing to propose the matches gift of living.
Ultimately, the candle accepts the match’s bequest, advent with its own flame.
The match having done its job, I say thank-you, bid it farewell, and place it softly and somberly in its ceramic urn.

The candle burns with its new life.
Yellow fingers extend from blue arms
Reaching from a body of pooled green energy
And flames sway in time with the quiet music of its existence,
then flit and flaunt in the night striving to reach its particular destination.

Finally it arrives to where it wants to be…The candle ballroom, where
The shadows of its life dance upon the walls,
Flowing, gracefully to the ceiling about my head,
Taking me on a fragment soft journey,
mesmerizing …embracing me like an arbor entrance to a garden…
This garden of holly,
Evergreen,
Christmas memories.
One lone candle in the night, dancing with me.

Kellie M. Shanley © 2007

Outside Your Window

To my Grandma;
She is sick with cancer but she is strong at heart.
Sometimes when times are hard it’s hard to look
Past your “window,” and see any good.

My grandma and I share the same birthday Feb 16th
Although I have seemed distant, we share the same pain.
We are all praying for her and love her so much!

Outside Your Window

A wonderful display of icicles
Different shapes, sizes and forms
Each seemingly made for your eyes only.

Look farther … you’re distracted
A world of beauty lies just past your window.

Glittering, Glistening as the sun beams down
On a world unknown.

Each snowflake different from the rest
It’s unique, one of a kind, and aids in the beautiful blanket of untouched snow,
Which no foot print or flaw is found.

Snows beauty has no limits nor boundaries.


By: Sarah J Westerdale ©
12/2009