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She sits rather still, stitching her loom
shackled and bound to the whispering room
While the walls shutter speeches
she slouches then reaches,
her stitching resumed.

Threads of silk pool in spools
cast to the floor
Hushing the voices
as they pour

the voices repeat their crippling phrase
dancing the space
bound to their maze
Not sure. I've been editing it for awhile and I give up.
No, she isn't a poet
has never inked one
she takes off my weight
gets my things done

so I have enough time
to afford in a way
the luxury of rhyme
clever wordplay!

No, she isn't a poet
not written one line
clean is her slate
sees I'm fine

so I have enough space
and hour of my own
to indulge the grace
of thoughts mind grown!

No, she isn't a poet
no way she would be
she does her best
to see I'm happy

so my words run smooth
poems are easy born
truth and half truth
are spun night and morn!

No, she isn't a poet
cares not a bit
from her toil's sweat
my poems birth sweet

poems aren't her art
in the sun and showers
she grows from her heart
our garden's best flowers!
A tribute to the great gardener she is.
(5 years on hp this day, thanks to all my poet friends, you gifted me a rewarding journey)
My chest was forged for your head to rest on
Made by a blacksmith with the best intentions
Your head seems light, made so by affection
Which grows each time I catch your faults
 Apr 2018 kelly rai
Eric the Red
Plainly...as best as I can remember
My grandmother
With her grandmother hands
Her grandmother
Way
.....
As we walked
So young as I was
Trailing behind
Mid afternoon sun
Up in the sky
So bright
So yellow
.....
Then without a cloud in the sky
It began to rain
Small drops
Big drops
Little drops
,,,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,
....
..
.
Then none

grandma why did it rain without clouds?

Grandmother stopped her walk
Turned around and looked down

because the sun can be sad too

The sun can be sad too
 Apr 2018 kelly rai
Cné

I wander throught the works of art
upon a gorgeous but cool day,
Bewildered by the beauty
(and the price they ask to pay).

Paintings hang in canvas booths
in styles of every kind.
Statues, crafts and metalwork
aesthetically designed

Food and drink and music too
a rousing, festive place.
But oh my friends, the greatest art
was smiles on every face.

So many strangers mingling
with a common goal to share
To wit: a friendly greeting
and goodwill enough to spare.

Indeed, the day was perfect
with weather cool and fine.
But nothing tops a friendly smile
in harmony with mine.

 Mar 2018 kelly rai
Prakriti
There's this void inside me,
a vacuum ,you know?
It often expands like a balloon but inflates really slow.

And when this void expands, it screams at me.
I sush it for a while but it doesn't stop,you see.

It yells' Don't hold Yourself up, go, wander free.
Go run into the world, set off for your journey.

Catch these dreams you have, keep it by your side
I know you want to let go and flow with the tide
.'
'Fill me in' This vacuum inside me cries.
'Fill me in with the starry scene as you lay down on the grass somewhere,
Fill me in with the delicious smores and scary stories you share by the campfire.

Shower me with the sprinkles of water as you raft in a swift river
And as you get scared of falling,
feel your adrenaline rush with a shiver.

Erase me with the giggles and laughter you share with the strangers
Complete me with the joy of new friendships you gather in your purse.

Hit me with the snowballs that you throw as you laugh sticking your tongue out,
Cover me with your red cheeks and freezing nose when you get hit while you pout.

Love, fall so hard in love that your story will be told in days ahead.
Hurt me with your heart breaks and the tears that you shed.

Tire me with long walks of the mountain
And when you're in awe at the beautiful sunset, you won't recall the pain.

Color me up with the blush on your cheeks as you kiss
Shiver me with the strange feeling, betold as bliss.

Confuse me with your screams mixed with laughter as you get chased by a cow
Relax me with your smiles as you open up your heart that's been locked
till now.

Annoy me with your banters with new mates,
Just fill me in with whatever your journey gets.

You've always wanted to go on an adventure , have you not?
So why're you shying away now, don't give it a lot of thought.

This is your soul speaking, this is you, yourself, the void.
Don't let it be' the child is grown,the dream is gone' thing as said by Pink Floyd.

Promise me will you?
Such a work you are,pheww.'

I listen to the screams that my void lets out,
and i try to comfort it
'Soon, when the time is right,okay?'
i mutter as i feel my heart beat.

The void's quiet now, i guess it gave up on me
I frown and i stare at abyss, i think, i think about my dreams and all i want to be.

Today, i waved everyone goodbye,
unknown of my return.
I finally mustered up the courage, and set off for the Sun.

Early in the morning, i said' Hey void, your name's going to change'
I guess it understood, for the feeling i had was so strange.

' Here i come, my own little adventure,
Smile, your waiting days are over.'
Hmm. So i just wrote whatever i felt.I've always wanted to just wander off, you know, just...
Love,Ciao
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