Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
Time between us is, a festival of lights, and aching tragedy
By Misha Kelly8 months ago in Poets
A simple practice Lives in presence For moments Or hours To stop and notice Take a pause Think of them Expressed with love
I pulled in From the dirt road The path and beauty Of the forest greeted me Our private oasis Nestled and tucked
Tears begin to form For this connection Of this endless well That flows from the Depths of Heaven And the pearly gates
I just finished clearing off your old desk You left in my possession After you said goodbye I thought it was only temporary
Solo, she is free To play at the sea On her day away from home Cast away from the deep Her soul had not a care Arms out as they sway in the wind
Use your voice. Tell your story. Write as if no one is reading. Sing those melodic rhythmic notes until your voice gives out.
By Misha Kelly8 months ago in Motivation
I lay awake at night While the world is still sleeping I often lay in wonder As the deafening silence Of screaming slumber
Somewhere along the way We’ve become lost In transaction Selfishly wanting Without ever giving Or perhaps you’re opposite
The glowing auroras Create a sea Of luminescent emeralds Swirling and dancing A white-filled night Cold arctic chill
Some days I’m perfectly tapped into The infinite source Always flowing Effortless movement Creativity pours directly
