Tag Archives: time

Mid year 


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


The gap


I don’t want to be shallow, 

but sometimes I am.

I want to know everyone

truly, intimately, 

but I can’t

because time

demands that I offer

only part of who I am.

So only a sliver is seen, 

and you don’t have a chance

to get who I am or what I mean…

I’m not the just the surface you see.

There’s more to me.

I’m sorry for the

impression I leave.

I do wish I could be

there for everybody,

but I am often absent,

even when you have needs.

There’s only one person I know of

who is omnipresent continually.

Maybe that gap we all cannot

possibly fill fully 

is there to direct us, each one,

to the Holy of Holies. 

To Him who is always

deeper still 

and can continuously

flood the soul.


© Keely Myles

March 15, 2015

“…they shall call his name Immanuel” (which means, God with us).” ~ Matthew 1:23

“Where shall I go from your Spirit?
    Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
    If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
    and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
    and your right hand shall hold me.” ~Psalm 139:7-10



Lovely I l l u s i o n


Come over here
Tell me promises you can’t keep
With your lost guitar
Serenade me in sleepless sleep
And in happiest daydreams
I will silently weep
Knowing I must keep
Burying those words deep
In the sands of time
That somehow taste sweet
Feeling the dirt in my smile
Granules between my teeth
As I turn over and feel
Blank cold sheets
In wee morning hours waking
To find I’m not undeceived
For you’ll never be
What I’ll always believe

© Keely Myles
August 25, 2014



And to be totally contradictory to myself…


Often I’m lost 
In my mind’s 
Wanderings ,
Walking through
My neural pathways,
Fondling white matter,
Fostering thoughts
That may matter,
But may not .
Is this lolling 
Worthwhile wondering?
Or should I not be 
Bothering conjuring
Dormant thoughts?
Am I just busy
Squandering time on 

© Keely Myles, July 8, 2014