Chelsea Rae

Apr 2018

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My father and I
lie down together.

He is dead.

We look up at the stars,
the steady sound
of the wind turning
the night like a ceiling fan.

This is our home.

I remember the work in him
like bitterness in persimmons
before the first frost,
and I imagine the way he feared
the pain, the ground turning
dark in the rain.

Now he gets up
and I dream he looks down
into my brown eyes
that may as well been his.

He weeps and says goodbye,
my son, I don't want to
go yet, but I can't wait
around to watch you die.

Apr 2018

Colm

Her Favorite Song

The universe puts her headphones on
And plays her favorite track
The raindrops in the meadow burst
And soak the earth
And with her feet up on the world
She smiles from ear to ear
And plays it back

What songs does the universe listen to? Is there a more beautiful sound than the rain falling in the secluded meadow. Truthfully, I don't know. But I do love the sound of these words as they roll off the tongue. YUPP!

BIG THANKS to everyone who liked, commented, and helped make this verse the Poem of the day (on 05/18/18). I really appreciate it! You can listen to me read this poem live on SoundCloud. Just follow the link and have an awesome day!

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/her-favorite-song-1

#her #favorite #song #verse #rhyme #poem #poems #poet #rain #universe

Chelsea Rae Apr 2018

I'm an Ocean

I am so tired of hearing I'm too deep.

How about instead of saying

How much you love the ocean

You just start saying

You like swimming with the waves on the shore?

I only have time for people who like to scuba dive,

Not those who snorkel

On the surface.

Literally almost every day I hear, wow that's deep. Wow you're too much.

#deep #feelings

Chelsea Rae Apr 2018

Calming Love

He was like going on a walk early in the morning with falling snow.

That same quiet peace that muffles the air

Was why he was my chosen home.

He makes me calm <3

Chelsea Rae Mar 2018

Mystery Mark

There is a birthmark on my soul that I call loneliness.
Born with it I must have been and it is not your regular definition.
It is not eradicated by any presence nor does it disappear with love.

No, it is a scar from somewhere unbeknownst to me
And this blemish I carry leaves me in such an agony
That I can only describe as being slowly eaten alive.

Random suffering. Out of nowhere, for no reason at all I cry my heart out.

Chelsea Rae Mar 2018

Night Owl Curse.

I may love the silence,
The night sky,
The lights on the horizon of those still awake,
But one thing I do not enjoy about being a night owl
Is that most times there is no one else to enjoy it with
Other than the moon.

Wish someone was awake right now.

Chelsea Rae Mar 2018

New Beginnings

There is green in the world again
And it feels as though a sprout has risen from beneath all my turmoil.
I did not realize my seclusion until I felt the warmth today.
I hope with all the new life coming into the world
That it is also time for my life to blossom into something better.

For some reason I don't hate spring this year.

#spring