I am from fast-food,
From paper plates and dinners in front of the t.v.
I am from the stale stubborn silence,
Eating away at smiles
I am from the Lily flowers, resting in the corner
The Willow tree begging to be climbed by the laughter filled children
Whose long limbs I remember
Ripping in the wind, but inviting you in during the calm
I’m from Sunday night dinners, and reading in the dark
from Crystal and Wesley
I’m from the know-it-alls and the class clown
I am from avoiding our problems like the dust under the rug
I’m from be quiet Lillian and where's my dinner?
and reckless love echoing in my bedroom
I’m from Conroe and America
From Whoop- up and crawfish
From the explorations of my dad around the world
Looking for unexploded mines, like it was treasure
From smiles trapped in pictures of the past
Necklaces with fingerprints of those we loved and lost
Recipe books filled with meals of reminiscence
Categories:
conroe, 10th grade, family, time,
Form: Free verse
I’m an All-Star at bottling emotions,
I run around my court dribbling emotions
onto paper. Ball hogging my sensitivities,
no one has ever been able to catch me..
I’m too damn quick.
I’ve sent every nerve that has threatened
to expose itself deep into a dark hole.
Hammered a cross at it’s base labeled
"Eyes only."
The most technical term I could muster.
Most people steer clear of technicalities.
I’m suddenly thinking about Boyle’s law.
I feel like a hooked fish,
being reeled up from deep waters
and I can picture the rushing current
of self doubt passing over me
while you bring me ashore.
I can see your reaction
to my insides protruding
out of my mouth like that
Bass I caught in Conroe.
I just hope you can stand the image.
I’ve never felt a pull so strong.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Categories:
conroe, deep, fishing, love, love
Form: Free verse