Flow – Poem

Flow

It’s there under the surface
Roiling, boiling
Sometimes showing only as a light fog
Over the depths of water

Words, thoughts
Feelings loading up their back legs
Preparing to pounce

If only

You’d pick up a pen
Grab some paper
Some tunes
Or the quite of a dark room with candle light

It’s there, the thought
Waiting patiently, sometimes not
To bleed out on paper
Giving it’s all to express

To give voice to the panther
Black, sleek and fully loaded
Muscles exploding into action
Pen struggling to keep up

It’s there, but won’t always push it’s way out
Sometimes you have to let it
It’ll spring load itself time and time again
But sometimes you have to act
Triggering that automatic response called

Flow

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

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Coma – Flash Fiction 100 words

A friend of mine has been writing some flash fiction. I thought it’d be fun to give it a try and stretch my writing elsewhere for a minute…

Now back to my regularly scheduled work on my novel… :)

I hope to make a splash back here off and on while I continue working on my book.

COMA

John, can you hear me? Her voice trickled through like a drip from the kitchen sink.

Eyes won’t open, muscles try but he just can’t make it happen.

Beep, beep, beep the familiar sound brought him near the surface again. He wanted to get up, tell the world he was here, grab his family and go, but he couldn’t break through.

John, it’s Friday, the kids and I are headed to the park.

Mom, here’s dad’s coffee.

Set it on the coffee table, I don’t think he’ll be joining us.

John, rolled over on the couch, modern day coma consumed.

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

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The moon’s promise – Poem

The moon’s promise

Big beautiful full moon
Drifting musical undertones of blues

Color slowly dripping as you rise
Candle wax, light sifting through

You, a bit too soon

I have no warm beach beneath my feet
No ocean to boost your undertones

Filling in with the occasional crashing wave
Or thundering roll of surf

You there, in all your glory
Evening blush drifting from your face

Lighting my sky, but why now

I have no lady holding my hand
Hair blowing in the breeze waiting for your highlights

No evening view of boats lazily drifting
Lights bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the sea

No caress of wave around our ankles
Drawing us closer for warmth

Why now do you show in such glory

Just you and me
Now I see

Not only a lovely sight and dream
But future promise of what will be

 

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

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Basement dweller speaks – haiku – poem

Cozy little town
Tucked away in a basement
Lying in the dark

This poets poor brain
Churns and burns on haikus grand
And rhymes oh so bland

Head on soft pillow
Covers pulled up nice and tight
Fighting nights cool bite

Soft tunes drifting by
Eric Clapton’s Unplugged plays
I think, dream and write

Happy thoughts, a smile
Words spilling, uncorked at last
Basement dweller speaks

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

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Reach For Help – Suicide prevention – Poem

I have been impacted in the past by people I’ve known who have committed suicide. On this first day of 2015, I saw a post on Facebook by a friend of mine. Jason just lost another of his friends to suicide. Life is so precious, even when you don’t know the person, hearing about someone else taking their own life is heart breaking. Jason has posted many times over the years urging friends to call, text, stop by his house, anything, just please reach out if they ever need to talk or feel the need to end their life. I don’t know if anyone has taken him up on it, but I know there are many of us that feel the same way as Jason. Please, reach out and the sooner the better. There can be hope, happiness and life can and does turn around for the better for people.

Jason’s recent post prompted this poem.

Reach For Help

Weakened heart brought down by life’s troubles
Chipping away at the mind

Emotions spiral, go silent, numb
Come back screaming, leaving you reeling

Ups and downs
A ship battered by life’s storms

Precious heart don’t despair to final end
Remember as a child, you’d chance it

Learning to swim
Or to ride a bike

Pushing just a little bit more
To find the side of the pool

Reaching out for helping hands
To catch you as you fell

Guiding you back to a safe place
Where balance could take hold

Those hands are there now
Reach out, give them a chance

A phone call, a visit
A cry for help

Your life is too precious to let go
You may not see it but others do

Give them a chance to show you
Give them a chance to know you

Grab that childlike hope and once again
Reach out and grab on to the side of the pool

We are here

 

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

There are other forms of help as well, please take the step now:

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Happy New Year – acrostic

Happy New Year!

Trusting that this new year will be a successful one on the writing front both in terms of postings here on my blog and in my novel. Welcome to 2015!

Hoping
A
Prolific
Poetry
Year

Naturally
Emits
Writings

Yielding
Expressions
And
Reward

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

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My Muse – Haiku

My Muse – Haiku

Crawling back to you
My muse, heartbeat for my ink
Rebirth my heart speak

Stephen Kellogg – 2014

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