I’m Mine: Pictures and Poems

ImMinedark, sunless winter days

love for self

has gone away

cold, hard truth

I can’t love anyone well

until

the well of me

sit still

woman, and be

let yourself sink into the infinite

of your humanity

wicked push, wicked pull

within, without

make it full

fill ‘er up with titles and have done’s

when all I need to be is the one

not yours

not his

not hers

not theirs

from love springs love

and who do I belong to

what is my crime

you don’t own me

yeah, world I’m mine

-Melissa Kircher

Prints and other fun art things with I’m Mine can be found in my Society6 store: I’m Mine Print

 

Pictures and Poems : This Misfit Place

ThisMisfitPlace

This misfit place

with its strange little freaks

the isle of the weird

the home of the geeks

I’m often alone here

though, sometimes I’m not

a friend will come calling

never someone I’ve sought

an oddball, a loner

someone peculiar, like me

then I look around and realize

how we’re all crammed together

just so different, but the same

on an endless blue sea

“This Misfit Place” -Melissa Kircher

Prints available: https://society6.com/product/this-misfit-place_print?sku=s6-8393094p4a1v45

 

Pictures and Poems : Liminal

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where life-blood has dripped out

and not yet drawn back in

the winter, where things die

but not all the way

though they crack and bleed

and look to all the world a blank canvas of white

something grows

deep and hidden

germinating while the cold wind blows that cuts right to the bone

when hope seems lost

and bright color just a memory

a tiny emerald bud bursts through the loaming

it has been there

this whole time

on the cusp of being

it’s simply that

change is a process

death and rebirth

and the long slogging in-between

“Liminal” -Melissa Kircher

Pictures and Poems: History Lessons

HistoryLessons

this crazy world
with its mountains and molehills
and butterfly wings
that beat so gently
while I scroll past the latest jarring atrocity
this crazy life
in a whirl of twenty-four-seven
threads and streams
voices speaking that should be
silent
rally cries that go
unheard
I find it hard to remember things like
evening walks
cocoa from scratch
a long, hard run
my feet carry me past burning bushes
where I should stop and rest
and ruminate
on the magnificence of my cells
I contain the universe
billions of years old
in my bones
this crazy world
where both grit and glory
exist in the pause between inhale and exhale
of miraculous air

History Lessons

-Melissa Kircher

In response to the Kaitlin Curtice interview on The Deconstructionists Podcast.

Pictures and Poems: We Are The Committee

Committee

we are
the authors of our own souls
choices pressing
decided at
the whim of a gust of wind
conclusions
crazy
wonderful
the bloom of new life
springing from gray matter
dark energy turned green
we are the committee
the judge and jurors
what glorious freedom
in the creation
of a thousand indispensable breaths

Committee Meeting

-Melissa Kircher

Picture and Poem created in response to the “We Are The Committee” Robcast episode by Rob Bell.

Pictures and Poems: Nora’s Laugh

Laughterthere is this deep laugh you do
when unconcerned with anything but
the absolute delight of the moment
it’s not pink
or sparkly
it doesn’t wear a tiara
or wait for a prince
guttural, from your belly
blue eyes alight
you laugh
like a middle-aged trucker
or a tipsy Irishman finishing his punchline
when you laugh like this
awash in pure essence
fully yourself
not girl
not daughter
just you
I know God exists
and that we are meant to find this world
hilarious.

Nora’s Laugh
-Melissa Kircher

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Pictures and Poems: Together Live Tour

 

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stay

anchor in the depths

every drop in the ocean

sings for your presence

here

now

abide in the valley

where the air is thick and the river runs deep

where life and death intermingle

stay

rest

for you will have time on the heights

where the air is thin and the sun hot on your shoulders

the path winding down again before you

as you travel back

to the pain and unknowing and gut-twisting growth

the valley is night

the valley is ocean

the valley invites you to stay, anchor where the grass is green, the dirt, dirty

the water singing your soul home

when you stay

you learn

who you are

“Stay” -Melissa Kircher

 

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I think poetry

might be inside you

I think the words

have always been there

ready to tumble from hesitant lips

I think the stars shine only for you tonight

and the earth turns

to keep you on it

I think I love you

though I don’t

know you half as much as I should

but I have this feeling that there is poetry inside you

the ineffable everlasting

sitting on the cusp of your tongue

and heart

and fingertips

take a chance

on yourself

“Poetry” -Melissa Kircher

 

Pictures and Poems: Lioness

Lionessshe is standing in front of three hundred people

pure energy zinging through her bones

she ducks her head under the wave of a pain swell

only to be met with a wall of water

on the other side

she is trembling, sweating hearing no

and she takes it

she is what roars from the ashes of an agony-charred heart

lightning strikes and her muscles coil—taut

ready to warrior spring

she is learning to pad softly through the thicket

to move in tune with the breath of the air

she is beauty

she is strength

she is a woman finding her voice

only to die to it

she is the village elder who has seen a thousand battles

and finally

finally

understands when to fight and when to tread carefully

like a huntress, and listen

“Lioness” -Melissa Kircher

Pictures and Poems: The Lines of the Landscape

TheLinesoftheLandscapethe lines of the landscape are

soft and rounded

dewdrops dripping gently off crystal encrusted leaves

they are undulating hills of green and

cresting white waves

the lines are harsh, sometimes

jagged rock jutting out of earth

dead sticks snapping crisp underfoot

the lines draw us in

they ask us

is all of this, all of us, all of everything

deep and raw and beautiful?

the lines beckon

inward

to the landscape of beats and blood

could we find brilliance there?

and could the light that changes things

change you?

your friend?

your enemy?

could the beautiful, breathtaking landscape of your heart be

the very thing needed

in this uncertain hour

-Melissa Kircher

 

*Art and writing inspired by the On Being Podcast with the late poet, John O’Donohue