Second Chances

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Less Speech Than Speechless

As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.

~ kei
26 January 2017

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Yes, You

Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems

I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams

~ kei
10 September 2016

As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.

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Somewhere… Time And Again

Matheson moulded the concept into a possibility

Palatable parapsychology

Emotion in emulsion

Arousing more feeling in me than does reality

These old photographs become open doors

Ardent awakened ardour

Seeking a conduit

From this lonely now to our time before

~ kei
28 January 2016

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OctPoWriMo 2015 ~ If I Did Envy…

I don’t envy the air that you breathe
Even though it fills spaces in your body

I don’t envy your body wash
Even though it sluices over your skin

And I don’t envy your toothbrush
Even though it lingers between your lips

I certainly don’t envy your office chair
Even though it cradles your perfect arse

If I had to envy anything at all… you’d be surprised
You’d think I’m gross or crazy but in fact, I’m wise
There’s nothing to envy in the everyday of your routine
People, places, things that you don’t pause to consider

I envy the junk mail in your slot each day
That you must look at to assess its worth

I envy the wind that ruffles your hair
Sending that one rebel curl into your eyes

I envy the mirror where you shave each day
Carefully considering each stroke you make

Mostly, I envy your glass of Crown Royale
The one that you savour slowly every evening

In the very way that once upon a time
You savoured every facet of me

~ kei
9 October 2015

Straight Crown

** I didn’t make it around to any blog visits yesterday – Thanksgiving prep and a furniture moving / set up kept me away until late. I hope to catch up with the OctPoets today :)**

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October Poetry Writing Month

31 Days of Poetry, Blogging Challenge

OctPoWriMo 2015
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OctPoWriMo 2015 ~ Kyrielle I

You relight the fuse and walk away
It’s your heart, not mine that you betray
This barrier, I must break through
Again, my thoughts return to you

I’m all aflame with your memory
You’re the only cure, my remedy
These words of mine, I know I’ll rue
Again, my thoughts return to you

Unbend your mind, no need to fear
True love and soul mates trump the years
What more am I supposed to do?
Again, my thoughts return to you

~ kei
8 October 2015

When we were driving in your Dad's car...

Day eight in the Kyrielle form

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October Poetry Writing Month

31 Days of Poetry, Blogging Challenge

OctPoWriMo 2015
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Sparks

For Poetry in Motion word prompt, 7 June 2015 – 13 June 2015

~ “Sparks” ~

Filaments of fire ziplining through a mind unsettled and a body restless
Melancholy, bittersweet, this flame between us caught and cradled
A fiery passion sparked in a touch, causing tremors in the blades of my spine
Like fulgurite, the lightning strike, my back arched and held taut
I can’t tell if this is the last of a flame caught in Arctic air
Or the first flame, cast from a volcano a thousand years ago
I wonder if you truly are as beautiful as I believe
Should we ever meet again on your side of blue satin sheets
Falling asleep to the sound of my heart to your heartbeat

The true rhythm of rhyme…

An echo under my fingertips and kisses pressed to your chest
I’ll find that man again in your eyes
Hold my stare and I’ll understand
Let me love you for all that you are, the Polaris in my universe, fallen from the sky
The rushing thrum in the veins of this tremulous world
This love that ordinary life tried to burn away
Rises from the ground, steady and alive
Sparked

~ kei
7 June 2015

#poetryinmotion