oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
pictures and poems
Pictures and Poems: It’s Okay
if I looked at the clouds today
pouring out their wrath
I might question
the benevolence of it all
and on the other side of the world
stands a girl
ushering the water from the sky
with gratefulness after a long drought
two halves of a whole
the sides chattering at each other
and we must listen to both
then there is heart
dripping feelings like runoff
and my mind divides again
just like it’s supposed to
sinking down into the weight of matter
fingers and toes and noses
consciousness touching the earth
cracking open the spectrum of emotion
what a mess we are
a perfect storm
hashtag blessed, but for real
with brains and arms and all the feels
connected in an endless loop
the vibration behind reality whispering
peace
“It’s Okay” – Melissa Kircher
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Pictures and Poems: Orbits
time goes by
and I
see all the reasons why
you and I
are in each other’s orbits
lessons learned
retinas burned
waiting for you to change
don’t stare at the sun
they say
but we do anyway
because we’re babes pretending to be grown
and we’ve both known
it’s not you, it’s me
hiding
from all I’m meant to be
and this is what we call
a relationship
two people rubbing elbows
and they don’t know
they are each other’s salvation
and not
weighing in
on the past that’s oh so present
no, that’s not what I meant
oh wait, yes I did
now I know to love you
like lovers do
became my own darkness spilling out the light
“Orbits” – Melissa Kircher
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She Lost Her Heart to the Broken Sky: Pictures and Poems
she lost her heart to the broken sky
and the crooked beams
that fell from the moon
she lost her soul
to the jagged edges of the wind
and when the fall trees rustled
hollowly clearing their throats
the green spring branches
wrapped their hands around her like a cloak
and healed all the bleeding pieces of her love
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Do Not Be Ashamed: Pictures and Poems
go ahead, look me in the eye
there’s nothing left to hide
burnished to a polished shine
turned dull
the ache
the ache
let the damn mirror break
do not be ashamed
we all have wounds
where the pain likes to play
a stranger, a soul
someone I didn’t know
not now what I behold
what I see is fire, passion
lightning gold
when thunder rolls
we planted a garden
under the gray
this day is dawning
bathed in moonlight
and night
is no longer the death knell
I may never understand
what it is that drives you
to see me burn
but what I see now
don’t look away
stay
a me, not perfect, but good enough
and where places rubbing rough
is what makes it all interesting
do not be ashamed
you are loved you are claimed
the is the me that was lost
oh how I love you
you are found
do not be afraid
do not be afraid
you are found
you are found
-Melissa Kircher
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Pictures and Poems : This Misfit Place
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
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Pictures and Poems : Liminal
[liminal]
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
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Pictures and Poems: History Lessons
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.
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Pictures and Poems: We Are The 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.
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