‘Neath the blossomed orchard trees,
Branches swaying in the breeze,
Lay lovers resting sweet, supine,
Bosoms blushing, limbs entwined.
Drunk on fragrant, flitting blooms,
Intoxicating, sweet perfumes;
Abed a quilt of grass and moss,
Opens new love dewy and soft.
Oft the singing birds fall hush,
Enamored by liaisons lush.
Oh, the florid whims of youth;
If only it could be in sooth.
By Keely Myles
April 10, 2013
Obstruction knelt by the silent sea,
Longing for the wind to blow in destiny.
But for this satisfaction never came,
Unheard, unanswered questions call her name.
Rather, stagnant water only lulled along the shore,
Escaping never from the one she knew before.
Captured still by choice without precision,
Endless days of pondering with no decision.
Through inability to come to a conclusion,
She keeps drowning her life in this illusion.
April 14th, 1999
how I have loved it!
it never confined
of a new world
the morning songs
bring a fresh start
to a new day
I came here to find
resolved to keep
moving and imagining
it isn’t over
this is just the
more will come after
so many rooms
of life and joy
‘til the final room
where I will be
Keely Teufel, April 13, 1999
I want to give up this body
in two ways.
It fails so wretchedly in being
There is no control within
And yet my truest desire
To offer myself as a holy and pure
How come I can’t let go of
Our relationship comes to a
Each time I fall from
My only hope is Your
~Keely Teufel April 15, 1999