She Kissed Me 2023
she kissed me
& I could feel the grace
of the moon magic
fill my soul
taste the star dust
in the air
rediscover the light
shining from within
she kissed me
& suddenly
the man child falls
to his knees
& a man rises
as their hands touch
she kissed me
& all my tomorrows
finally have a dawn
& my nights
now have dreams
born of a forever
touched by her soul
I love Thee
I see thee in the still of night,
Thy visage framed by gentle moon's soft light.
In whispered winds, I hear thy silent plea,
And through my veins, thy spirit flows through me.
Thou art the vision in my waking dream,
A tender echo on the quiet stream.
My heart's own blood doth bear thee ever near,
A vessel for thy presence, sweet and clear.
In morn's first blush, thy countenance I spy,
Thine essence captured in the azure sky.
The river of my life, it knows thy name,
And carries thee, a never-ending flame.
I feel thee in the tranquil twilight's glow,
A phantom's touch, as gentle as the snow.
My very soul doth hold thee, bound and free,
In every beat, thou art a part of me.
©poembyselly
Last Supper
He emptied our cup
Of tomorrow’s blood eyed sorrow,
Christened to sup
Under dusk’s bruised halo,
The feast of slaughtered Lamb
Spoilt to a burnt upset,
As the pulpy fat of sacrifice
Boiled up infinite love
In the punishing seizures
Of jealous flame.
The line began to blur
(Scrawled by invisible hands)
And a crucified chalk body outline
Added martyr and menace,
To the pastoral hideaway
Choked by thorny breach.
The betraying kiss,
A spear of nettle
Through royal hyacinth.
The Woman Within
She's there within you.
A cloud floating by, a petal in the stream.
You'll miss her if you aren't careful.
But, if you're looking up, or peering down,
You might just catch a glimpse.
When you feel her peak out, hold on.
I feel her when my motherly instinct kicks in.
I feel her when I cook, as I measure each ingredient with my heart.
I feel her when I'm kind, when I'm humble.
I feel her when I learn.
She is the woman I've always wanted to be.
She is me, if I can only catch up to her.
I chase after each cloud, and try to grasp each petal in the stream.
Advice for the Weary Soul
When the weight of the world presses against your chest, and the nights stretch longer than the days, find solace in the quiet moments, the whispers of dawn breaking through the dark.
Do not chase after perfection; it is a mirage that leaves you parched and wanting. Instead, seek the beauty in the flaws, the cracks where the light seeps in and heals.
Love fiercely but let go when it’s time, for holding on too tight can break what’s meant to soar. Embrace the shadows within, for they are part of the tapestry that makes you whole.
Walk barefoot on the earth, feel the pulse of life beneath your feet. Let the rain kiss your face, and the wind carry away your sorrows.
In the silence, hear your own heartbeat, a reminder that you are alive, resilient, and enough. Find peace in the chaos, and know that even in the storm, there is calm within.
Remember, you are a work in progress, a masterpiece unfolding with each breath. Be gentle with yourself, for you are deserving of all the love you so freely give.
Upon Freshly Fallen Snow
Upon Freshly Fallen Snow
July 27, 2024
The snow fell again
Just enough to be noticed
Not enough to accumulate
The previous four inches claimed that right
The neophytes would wait their turn
The white birch trees obscured views
Of passersby
Of the horse drawn carriages
Of the visible breath of the groom
Of the visible breath of the bride
He wore white
Not as a camouflage
But to blend in with the ambiance
Of this brisk Saturday morn
Where hearing would trump sight
The groom was, thus, certain
Of the bride’s arrival
From her horse’s heavy breathing
From the crush of the wheels on the snow
From the beating of his heart
The bride’s carriage pulled abreast to him
He lowered his betrothed to terra firma
He waited a moment to take her beauty in
She waited a moment to give him his moment
The two were now ready
Steadily they walked upon the fresh snow
His attire was adaptive
Both in appearance and spirit
Her gown was not designed for the outdoors
But her will was
The pastor did not speak
The language of the couple
But he did convey
What was important to convey
So the couple understood nonetheless
One question asked of him
One answer spoken confidently
One question asked of her
One answer mirroring the first
Two hearts become one
The couple walked away to her carriage
The pastor took hold of his
The two ventured together
As one for all eternity
The pastor just waved as they departed
All of the event occurring in silence
Barely audible even if straining to listen
The spirit of the spectacle carried the day
Past a velleity, akin to a volition
The quietude defined the day
Extraordinarily Grateful
When you said
“Sometimes I go there
only to look for you”
It surprised me and made me feel
unbelievably good
But perhaps a little skeptical too
That the presence (or absence)
of someone as ordinary as myself
would ever be noted
by someone as extraordinary as you
But as time went on
I learned that
though you are blunt
deceit is not your way
So I want you to know
that because you took the time
to share something so simple
It has made all the difference
in how I view myself
even to this day
Thank you