Buried Treasure
Undercurrent
You’re planted under my skin
Like the veins of a flower
Where I end, you begin
Fully rooted in power
Pure poetry, set in motion
A functional, isometry
Individualized potion
Worshiped religiosity
A baptized devotion
Resurrected in beauty
Walking upon the ocean
My skin, exposed, salty
In perfectly sized portions
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Oh my Kelli. That was smooth!!! 🤩
Wow, just wow. To me kind of indescrible.
Whoaaaa, this was magnificent! I read it 3 times to take it all in!
An isometry, simply transposed from one part of your being to another, without growth or intensity? Or is it growth through multiplicity? Those are the only questions I have for this stunningly artful poem.
That's beautiful, and what a lovely flow. Well done.
Whipped out another beautiful one, Kelli<3
This is amazing… love the contrast then conclusion that brings it together.