Monday, January 18, 2010

Poetry Quickfire

Expedition

Blow the dust off my jar
pushed way back in my cave
where a small flame
may light a twisted path
scraped into real
with teaspoons of years.

Squint back to day
waiting to gently touch earth
when a ray of hope
may center a divided focus
opened into now
with whispers of steps.

Instead of making dinner right now, I had to write this poem. My poems often just hit me unexpectedly. I like having my poetry quickfires as a place to put them down. Later, I'll sit back and try to absorb what I needed to say here. No editing, just "feeling" it to see if the words sit right. Thanks for going along for the ride with me :)

Hubby should be arriving within 10 minutes. Off to the stove I go!!

25 comments:

Flory said...

Kelly, lovely as always. Every line is powerful, and full of meaning right from the beginning. Awesome!

destrella said...

Good thing that you had pen and paper handy for just such an emergency! :O)

Joanne said...

Don't you love it when the muse just takes over like that and you can just go with it? It's a great feeling to create like that.

shabby girl said...

I know that small flame. It does still light the way, after all this time.

Susan Fobes said...

"Blow the dust off my jar..." I like this line. Always go with your "inner" voice-it always leads the way!

He & Me + 3 said...

Girl your poetry really gets me thinking and pulls me in. You write with such feeling. Love it.

Judith Ellis said...

Lovely, Kelly.

Caroline said...

My goodness...you just amaze me!

T Rex Mom said...

A great "quickfire" - I think these are often your best works! I hope the rest of the evening went smoothly. And thanks for you kind words about our new little one!

Don said...

Lacking inspiration, maybe I can parody... using your quick-fire as a template:

CR-V

Blow out the carburator
pushed the back seats down
where a dog could ride along
may the mud
scraped into the carpet
with dog claws, not

Squint back at me
waiting to mock
when I carry groceries.
may a dog's heart be
opened with glee and
with ready companionship.

(Don's poetry knock-off. Discounted.) ;-)

G said...

Very nice indeed.

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

A poetry quick-fire
Is sure to inspire
Others alike 'Mom'
To metaphore life
With words so rife
In a worked out sum
Before chores are done.

A good poem that draws the reader into its depths of cryptic metaphore and analogy. Thank you. Take care. Bye.

Ginger Jasper said...

Thats lovely. Glad you put it down and passed it on. Dinner could wait.. Love Carol and GJ x

Sabrina said...

"I had to write this poem." I so get that. It's like an uncomfortable pressure until you do it, isn't it?

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Your talent astounds me!You had an inspiration!
Love it. Thanks for sharing
hugs

SwedishJenn said...

Love it!!!!! So wonderful!

Teresha@Marlie and Me said...

good poetry pings in your brain long after you've read it :-D

Dan said...

I'd happily avoid fixing dinner if I came up with a poetic inspiration. Alas, I didn't and so I must.

Jenners said...

I love the things you think of while cooking dinner!! If I thought of this while cooking, everything would burn! Well done!

The Write Girl said...

Lovely words...you are certainly a natural poet : )

christy rose said...

I love the quickfires! No editing, just you! I like it!

Mon said...

Lovely, especially enjoyed,
"when a ray of hope
may center a divided focus"

And,
"Instead of making dinner right now, I had to write this poem."
LOL YES!

CHRISTINE said...

very good

Beverley Baird said...

This may be a "quickfire" but it is powerful!
You have a great gift!
Thanks for stopping by! I love hearing from you.

Gerri said...

love that...whispers of steps