Category Archives: People

Girlish Seawalk

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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

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lacklustre

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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 

Graffiti

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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

others

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the beauty of others

other faces, other lives

the myriad of differences

other stories, other times

all kept quietly behind

individually crafted eyes

names and ages, shapes and sizes

each a wonder and surprize

could we see each soul more deeply

to understand what underlies

we would care and love more fully

seeing others more closely tied

then how could we hurt each other

once we come to realize

there’s a beauty in the others

 other faces, other lives

 

© keely myles

november 15, 2015

thoughts on a plane