Monthly Archives: February 2013

days forgone

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Photo of Shawnigan Lake by Kerry O’Gorman

when i was a young girl
my mother left me alone
to roam after my brothers
down the railroad

we followed along
the lakeside while trains droned
an’ wandered o’er the trestle
whistle singin’ monotone

these are the days forgone
remembrances of my dawn
now that time has flown
i see how bright it shone

pennies placed on steel rails
smoothed out oval
long days of summer passin’
time at our disposal

sun-kissed cheeks wind whippedDCIM100SPORT
by hair golden toned
blue eyes hidin’ stories
of apparitions untold

these are the days forgone
remembrances of my dawn
now that time has flown
i see how bright it shone

runnin’ through some wooded trails
near a haunted home
peerin’ through the windows
some smashed out by stone

childhood adventures that
i’ve never outgrown
a journey of memories that
have helped me hold my own

these are the days forgone
remembrances of my dawn
now that time has flown
i see how bright it shone

by keely myles december 30, 2012

so-called

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it’s 5am
shifting in my sheets
can’t sleep
so i creep away
placing sweaty feet
on cold surfaces
carpet, linoleum, wood
fuzzy, sticky, squeaky

i ponder
what’s making me
squirrelly
this early?
my tiny bladder?
my incessant hunger?
or possibly
the full moon
out yonder
i left the curtains
drawn so
silver shadows
have lit upon
the chaise
i grab my
blanket and a page
to paint a memory
and to attempt to gage

strange emotions
remnants lingering
on my nerve endings
from late last night
to be defined
as a so-called
pastor’s wife

in my secret life
i keep my
heart hidden
like the moon
that’s fading
behind misty clouds
further shrouded
by black branches
and my mind dances
through the poem
of the stark
but jazzy
coffeemaker

by keely myles
february 27, 2013

Bethel

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His

preeminent existence exceeds every other being, ergo i want to encounter

Him.

to stand on holy ground, to have

His

presence surround and indwell the deepest core, the center, to house

Him

-to become a Bethel. to nestle right into

His

side. fearful yet restful. my body

His

temple. and then to semble

His

likeness. must i still wrestle

Him

for relationship? explore and implore? i thought the curtain tore so i could know

Him

more, and yet i still feel as though, i am not close. maybe it’s grandiose to suppose

He

would expose

Himself

to someone so low, a nobody. i can’t evoke or coax or force

His

course,

His

voice, but hope that if i troth my soul to

His

Son, ensanguined in

His

blood, i may one day, elsewhere, know

Yahweh.

by Keely Myles
December 27, 2012

Exodus 3:4-6
1 Corinthians 3:16-17
Genesis 32:24-30
Matthew 27:50-51
Hebrews 10:19-22
1 John 3:1-3