Thursday, 25 May 2023

Three Poems by Karen Lynn Kerekes

 



Suspended

 

marshmallow clouds

hover high above

rolling, meandering

beneath the sun’s

playful eye,

suspended and

weightless within

their own dimension

I glance up, as

gravity gives way,

floating effortlessly

among the shapes

that swirl and ignite

my eager imagination

each ethereal image

I see, carefully crafted

just for me, before

twisting and shifting

in the drifting sky

 

and on this timeless

summer’s day

when the heavens

echo my name

I dare not close my eyes

or look away,

that I should miss

my silent messages

from above



Undiscovered

 

twilight

calls me

like a siren,

beckoning me

to awaken

and embrace

her silence

 

the quiet

that consumes

spaces

before creatures

scurry

and earth's

rumblings

roar

slumbering still,

beneath the

lustre of the

waning moon

 

heavy air

hovering

cool, giving

way to warm,

creeping

in search of

daylight

 

and I wonder

what today

will discover,

watching darkness

slowly dissipate

and seep

through silhouettes

outside my window

 

waiting until

the blackbirdś

sharp shrill

reverberates

above,

inviting rumblings

to rise

and scurrying

to start

 

as silence

bows down

before dawn



Winter Haven

 

she sits

on the sofa

cradling her

cup,

watching

snow swirl

beneath a

blustery sky

 

and she listens

to the sound

of the

whistling wind

calling her away

from the demands

of the day,

and she brings her

cup close

for another sip

 

and she watches

flurries

twist and scurry,

her shoulders

loosening a

little more

with each

drifting flake

 

and she sees

branches sway,

while tucked

tight for

the night,

beneath

winter’s heavy

blanket

 

and she is

weightless

 




Karen Lynn Kerekes is an educator who lives in Ontario, Canada.  Recent publications include Consonant Lights Anthology, The Lawrence House Centre For The Arts - Uproar Literary Blog, Carmen Ziolkowski Poetry Contest winner, The Dissident Voice, The Lothlorien Poetry Journal, volumes 7, 9, Dreamers Creative Writing, issue 9


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