and here
Amidst these rocky days with crackling air
threatened by the looming dark sky
the sun came out ironically
yesterday and glorious crisp air
briefly heartened by a mirage
of bright autumn vibrance
I looked from my window
as a thousand days before
my eyes drawn to two butterflies
sipping at the posies of Abelia
wobbly in their fluttering
migration has been a beating
We will all be wobbly now
I wonder when late autumn chill
has depleted what remains
of the blooming in the garden
will the glory return with the spring
or give up and remain buried deep beneath
I kept myself to myself
because I could not process
what was happening within
stunned by dread of what
would now become
in a world that has spun away
Sleep hid far from me
until the wee morning hours
my head is filled with boulders
my whole self longs to crawl back under
I am here
preparing to face the world
There’s not much choice
other than giving up the fight
my spirit is heavy my soul stressed.
I will move through the bleak thick gray
threatening my hopes and ideals
I swear my light will shine
I promise to seek the stars.
Sally A. Kilgore
7 November 2024
SHE IS
She is light
She is acceptance
She is warmth
She cares for herself
She lingers
lost in images
walking through dreams
The pilgrimage her own
apologies no longer
no explanations
She gives
of special morsels
tucked deep in a soft pouch
of her heart
She finds there is more
even when she believes
she has depleted the supply
She is not the princess
She is the earth in her hands
the soil she digs
the compost she mixes in
She is the plant she pats
gently in the ground
whispering reassurance
the beauty that develops
She is the sweat
that pours from her face
the cooling water streaming
from the hose
She simply is.
Sally Kilgore
2022 February
Prose or Poetry?
Derived from my writing intention
on a particular day:
Clear Fresh Bright Clarity of Self