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Poetry of Life Poet
Poems Submitted by Patricia
Kelly
Irene Cecilia - Moving On
PATRICIA KELLY has won first place
prizes for her poetry from The Feminist
Writers Guild and The Open Center Goddess Festival. Her website,
Pegasus
Dreaming: Dreams, Poetry & Tarot
(www.suite101.com/myhome.cfm/PegasusDreaming),
has a unique and evolving
collection of dream- and Tarot-based poetry and short stories, articles,
meditations, and more. Patricia has taught creative writing at
locations
like The Lighthouse for the Blind and various public libraries. She also
enjoys improvising on her didgeridoo and kalmia.
Irene Cecilia:
"Irene" she says, ".means peace."
She places water and menu before me.
"Oh. wonderful," I say.
"No, not really. I've never liked it".
"Really?" I say, not willing to plumb,
but curious nonetheless.
"I've always liked my middle name better,
Cecilia."
"Oh. yes. yes. it is more musical,"
I say, wearily perusing the menu.
Irene Cecilia strides away, flicking
at table tops with her apron, nodding
"Yes," whether to the music inside her
or to my weariness I do not know.
I am only thankful that for now
the music can wait, as I gratefully
accept the peace.
Irene.
Moving On
(to my father)
With a shock I realize that we are now
only 10 years apart in age, death
having stopped you, while I struggle onward.
And I cling briefly to the notion that you are still
25 years older and leading the way.
As when I was little and you taught me
to ride a two wheeler:
trotting just before me, a tall, slim windbreak,
frequently turning and high-stepping backwards
to sing out cheerful guidance, but mostly
to be sure I am still OK, still
striking the balance and moving on.
ON LEARNING TO PLAY THE DIDJERIDU*
*an Australian Aboriginal wind
instrument
I have trouble finding the low notes
in this unknown country
that does not give way to force
yet gives, and gives
I have trouble finding the low notes
that settle me safely like vast hands
into the sway of bone and flesh
I have trouble finding the low notes
even as I fill to an alert stillness .
Oh, feel the rocks unfurl their wings!
by Patricia
Kelly
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