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Christine A Kysely Poem
If the spirit moves me I will speak
I will share words
that no-one wants to hear
I will speak them
I will speak them loud and clear
If the spirit moves me
If the spirit moves me I will see
I will see Beauty
that no-one else can see
I will see it far and near
around me and in all things
If the spirit moves me
If the spirit moves me I will hear
I will hear things
no-one else can hear
I will hear the universe
speaking to me and I will hear
If the spirit moves me
If the spirit moves me
I will feel
I will feel the pain of others
I will feel their happiness too
I will be able to empathize
If the spirit moves me
If the spirit moves me
I will taste joy and laughter
I will live my life in peace
I will find love
I will live on in the ever-after
If the spirit moves me
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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I have traveled
my whole life
to be this far from you
Moments
have passed by
like the miles
that lie between us
The wind
has carried you
my nameless name
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(November 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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frozen river sleeps
man's desires go unbidden
winter turns her face
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
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wind dances with great pines
long needles brush together
low musical hush.
(January 28, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
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I have a Bentwood Rocker
It's the most cherished thing I own
It is made from the willow branches
of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home.
It embraces me on my back porch
both in the morning and at night
when a pair of cardinals come to visit me
at both the first and last day's light.
I rock in a gentle rhythm
sip my coffee and watch the clouds
and think to myself life's worth living
As I just sit and rock without a sound.
Sometimes I hum a favorite tune
and sometimes I just rock silently alone
somehow this chair seems to center me
It motion washes away life's rough edged stones.
As I sway and think of days gone gone by
of my brothers and sisters and me
climbing up among the branches
of my grandparents big old willow tree.
We used to swing on all the branches
Like the Jungle Book's Tarzans and Janes
Laughing and swingly wildly, never quiet nor mundane
Yelling out profusely, howling out all the Jungle Book slang.
We used to weave together the branches
into leafy wreaths without any thorns
improvised crowns of the greenest splendor
Just as Julius Caesar would have worn.
Sometimes we added in flowers
Daisies and dandelions were always in season
Sometimes we just sat in that old tree
Just happy to be there, for no given reason.
And so decades and decades of years have gone by
My Grandparents have long since passed on
But I think of them often as I rock in my chair
Cherished memories to always remember.
And now the winter has settled in
My cherished rocker sits covered in snow
Waiting for the days of the songbirds return
Waiting for warm days instead of the cold.
It sits silently waiting for Springs blossoms to arrive
for a day when I can rock without being froze
for an evening when relaxing in my comfortable rocker
will signal the end of one of my beloved warmer days.
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 14, 2010
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The Girl with the Golden Eye
often looks upward to the sky
She likes to watch the moon
She dances to a song of her own choosing.
She peers into dark shadows
She basks in the early morning sun
She dives deep into the depths
Where she knows the deepest currents run.
She lives her life for all the seasons
She loves both the present and the past
She holds on to all life's moments
She treasures every golden breath.
She knows life is but an inhale, an exhale,
A single blinking of an eye
Brief as the flickering of a candle
Fast as the clouds chasing the sky.
(December 11, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
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Frozen and left for dead
I can speak no words
nor shake my head
only the sky
moves on
above me
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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spotted division
birch trees live in black and white
bark reveals secrets
(June 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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horizon hides many ships
sailing unforseen weather
your boat is your shore
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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Autumn blows a kiss
mists dance amongst painted leaves
Winter soon arrives
(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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