Sunday snow
Lightly folds us
Like merengue
Into waffle batter
Nothing’s the matter
Everything’s better
In this cozy sweater
A hug from God
A whiteout fog
Each flake a
Kiss on the face
Like icing sugar
Melting into hot butter
Creamy, sweet weather
My heart beats slower
Under covers longer
Hibernation makes fonder
An intimacy atmosphere
Shaken from the sky
A lover’s morning lullaby
January 24, 2021
©️ Keely Erin
LORD, You make me
and You break me
i’m fragile glass
and i’m not in tact
there are sharp cracks
that could be used
to cut and attack
please, put me back together
don’t use crazy glue
use that thing that they do in Japan
use Your ancient ways
to fill each place
with Light and Grace
like resin in gold
a beauty that holds and
makes me a useful cup again
a mosaic of what has been
and once Your Art is done
don’t fill me up
but shelf me long enough
to feel the emptiness
to sit alone and
feel the unknown
and learn from
the new lines
that make me Yours twice
content just to be held
in The Potter’s hands
and if in time
as You see purpose
in Your design
perhaps pour in
something joyful
something warming
something worth holding
to be gladly sipped
sipped from Heaven
© keely myles 💛
may 31, 2017
2 corinthians 4:7
The moon lay looking sideways,
Sadly at the lowly hills,
Knowing the storm was coming.
It probably gave him chills.
His mouth was fully gaping,
Drawn back with deepest fright.
A pale and quiet horror,
Reflecting the ominous night.
The raging winds predicted
A scary flood of rain,
The turning of the seasons
His haunted face explained.
© Keely Myles Fall 2016
Becoming someone
Different
But therefore
More oneself
Changing as
Life breaks you
Finding ways
To reglue dignity
And rise above
Regaining health
Reinvention of
New ailments
Flipping pain
To that was
Meant to be
Never feeling
Victimized
But free to
Move affliction
Into fresh
And beautiful
Rearrangements
January 29th, 2017
© Keely Myles
Head in the clouds
Heart in the sea
Toes dipping down
Into serendipity
Elbows in the breeze
Hands like anemones
Sticking to the things
That make her happy
Will sure and boulder strong
Ear tuned to seagulls song
Lungs filled freshest air
Endless dancing not a care
Eyes light and clear and true
Shimmering like the ocean’s blue
Hair whipping as the grass
A sunshiny tangly mess
Thoughts scattered like the sand
Pulled and pushed
At waves command
Harbouring not a squall
Nor vicious undertow
Glad to float wherever
Tides might flow
© Keely Myles
May 31, 2016
Trying not to be proud
Trying not to be broken
Noticing both
With each word spoken
Asking for humility
Asking for grace
Without both of these
A soul is misplaced
Sitting and listening
Whispering soul
Uttering utterances
Utterly told
Through feelings and prayers
And songs and groans
A soul in wrapped in canvas
A body on loan
Wanting true freedom
Tasting it now
But without the ability
To swallow somehow
Remaining awaiting
A time yet to come
When unbound and open
Goodness will run
Lasting forever
Finally peace
Endlessly sunshine
Completely released
© Keely Myles
February 21, 2016
i like it when the lustre wears off when something becomes less appealing it's revealing it tells true feelings who or what is standing still unabashedly loving affections continuing despite the diminishing where lies the loyalty unaffected by less popularity unfettered by opinions unwavering & persevering holding on though hurting non-flashy & dirty uglier perhaps but still found worthy better somehow through life's beatings stronger somehow after bleeding scars that end up beauty faithful & more truly in love with the aging deeper character found in fading hands still left holding onto what's worth keeping after the lustre wears off © keely myles early 2016
The freedom
Of a candlestick
Is none
But to burn
And burn it does
Waxing
Melting
Wasting
It’s life away
Only one passion
The flame
Giving light
Sparking interest
Glowing
In wee hours
Cutting darkness
A small warmth
On a cold
Lonely night
A singular beauty
Upon a pedestal
No choices
But to burn
© Keely Myles
September 19th, 2016
Mid year
All warmth
And buzz
Can’t say
What was
A blur
Of colour
Of joy
And whatnot
Time goes
The sun rose
Who knows
How many
Highs and lows
Life stows
So I chose
To go to
The beach
And let days
And duties
Blaze away
Like a campfire
Until all I could
Count on a calendar
Was stars
Meteor showers
By the hours
And time
Was flowers
Petals falling
One by one
And cares
Were none
And relaxation
Lastly won
© Keely Myles
August 10, 2016
What to write on a cliff?
Hellos, goodbyes,
What ifs…
Times & dates,
Peoples’ names,
Tic-Tac-Toe games,
Precious quotes,
Political votes ,
Random thoughts,
Wars fought,
Babies born,
Hearts torn,
Love & hate
In spray paint.
All that matters
In colours;
Splattered.
Overlapping words,
Messages blurred.
Anonymous & obvious,
Kindness & obnoxiousness,
Innocent & obscene,
Captivating & free,
What art uniquely,
What graffiti briefly
To put here on this cliff
Like a modern hieroglyph?
© Keely Myles
August 24, 2016
At Big Rock
