Jupiter in the 21st Century
Traveling without wheels
on a morning with Mozart.
En route to meet St. Jane of Grape street,
Symphony #41 in C major
begins just beyond Rita's house.
A walking meditation
performed on aching feet.
When traveling without wheels
ignored rhythms become ghostly memory
faceted by sensory recall.
Time seemingly stands still,
grounded by a gentle spring snow fall,
resurrecting the tulips.
They rise to the occasion enthusiastically
in the neglected gardens of foreclosed homes
where the columbines have returned to the wild
and the neighbor's dog has left his mark.
I miss my car.
Not far away,
in the fast lane,
the new world order has arrived
heralded by many twittering voices
echoing talking head sound bytes.
Suspiciously green busses lurch to a stop
inhaling and exhaling passengers,
then lurch forward farting eco-friendly fumes.
Cars school along asphalt paths
transporting passengers with no sense of purpose
Wind In the breath of trees,Wind 11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tales of lands long forgotten,
the four winds whisper.
©L. L. Kelly 2015
Thoughts of a Celestial Body Inch by inchThoughts of a Celestial Body 1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
each year I am leaving, letting go
of this variable orbit.
Space is infinitely strange,
dangerous, cold and lonely.
Constellations hold no place for love.
Attraction is merely physics, inconsistent gravity.
Still, there is the dream.
Inch by inch, each year I am letting go.
©L. L. Kelly 2014
Story Time“Tell me a beautiful story.”Story Time2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
© L. L. Kelly 2013
Two Shadows What did Izumi know, centuries agoTwo Shadows 10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the rain, of this surreal life?
Between worlds we step.
tangled in imagery.
Between worlds we wander.
Her rain-voice murmurs,
“All things change, at once remaining.”
Between worlds, we linger.
No need to explain the rain.
My sleeves are tear soaked,
© L. L. Kelly 2011 revised 2015
The Vulnerable OnesLittle lies.The Vulnerable Ones2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
©L. L. Kelly 2014
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
satoriMy shadow leadingsatori6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Down a moonlit mountain path
I have lost the way
© L. L. Kelly 2015
Feral Gardens Untamed morning glory’sFeral Gardens 4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
awaken in the wildling garden
mingling with roses.
This is monsoon summer.
A wildflower mound
to the paper cup,
brimming with rain.
©L. L. Kelly Poetry 2015
Be StillSome small curl of smoke,Be Still2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
across a mess of sheets;
a tilted query masked in breath...
...perhaps someone just spoke.
Cold fingers against moist skin,
blinking at those floating protein strands,
back and forth into breathless silence...
as they say..."better out than in."
Rolling that curl around your tongue,
while my mouth goes numb with cotton;
because that ceiling is falling...
...with a twilight that just won't come.
And the onyx is as sweet,
as the darkness beneath
laughter dances....finality drenches the tips
of weary wandering feet.
Childhood Thoughts...AlwaysChildhood Thoughts...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Nothinking NOTHINKINGNOCARINGNNothinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
Artists on Writers - No. 3, Pablo NerudaArtists on Writers - No. 3, Pablo Neruda2 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Issue No. 3|Archives
Poet of Lovers & Rebels, Poet of Dreamersby MARX77
As is the case with all artists, poets too are greatly influenced by the world around them and how they perceive it.
The splendor of the heavens above, the dynamics of the earth beneath their feet. The uncertainty of life, the inevitability of death. But more importantly, a poet's inspiration comes from what they carry within themselves; their memories, relationships, their dreams, joy and grief. Verses borne of turmoil and tragedy decades ago continue to resonate to this day and are as relevant now as they were back then. Truly poetry is an art form for the ages!
Among the few greats still spearheading the world of literature today, long after they themselves have pass
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the next day,
and the next.
she was a stormcloud, and you loved her,
and you didn't know it at the time but
(and they never
Heart's ApocalypseYour lips on my lips-Heart's Apocalypse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's raining democracyWhen bombsIt's raining democracy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...and so i gave you thisyou asked me for a poem....and so i gave you this2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i fall in love with words
and wish that words
would fall for me.
you want a poem? how about the darkness of the morning
when the sun still rubs the night from his eyes,
the dew on the grass and how your feet jump from the itch.
how about the laughter of a creek or the roar of the ocean,
there, that's a poem.
you want a poem?
ask me about watermelon kisses
or how a blackberry whispers love to the backs of my teeth.
ask me how my lips know every curve of my knees
and my spine knows the unyielding wall,
ask me about sunsets and the giants who paint them,
who gave the frog his croak, and why,
why the ravens never seem to cackle
on those dark and maddening nights.
how about the way the muse and i do things
that make her a saint and i a sinner?
how about the soft hiss of my breath when my mouth falls open,
the crust that sleeps in my eyes until i scrape it away.
this too is a poem.
you asked for a poem?
the way honey drips off a spoon,
one night standInspiration kicked me outone night stand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of bed, threw my
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
Dreamersi.Dreamers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our backs pressed stories into the hillside.
mine was short and deep
and yours grew long and crooked .
the grass died beneath us when the sun sank below the hill.
"when the clouds change shape,
that's when i leave you,"
and i cried as they shifted with your breath.
"don't forget me."
"i'll be back in the springtime.
try not to miss me."
i missed you in places i never knew i had,
and the night fell down around me and it was all i could do to hold up an end of its black blanket to let the moon pass through.
and when the morning came,
i ached for you.
"babe, don't miss me."
"you say that as if it's easy."
"we're dreamers, babe. everything is easy."
this bed is full of dream-husks.
they keep me turning until the morning.
i am unrecognizable.
i'll be longer than i thought.
the nights are cold here
but i'm more alive than ever.
don't worry about me."
black shadows stole y