Black Petals Issue #88, Summer, 2019

Fire Rages from Her Fingertips
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Fire Rages from Her Fingertips-4 Poems by T. B. Kelley
Sheepsquatch-3 poems by Richard Stevenson

Fire Rages from Her Fingertips

 

T. B. Kelley


Fire rages from her fingertips; blood drips from her veins.
Darkness has risen—no time to hide; she’ll pull you from this life.
Black is she who rears her head when you no longer see the light—

The light shining through your days until darkness followed you home.
Cover your head, for she is dead and aims to take your soul.
She rises in the night, and, on her flight, she’ll rip your heart to shreds.
Down you’ll go like a pudding flow, all to your demise.
She’ll drag you down without a sound and take your soul to fry!

 

In The Darkness

 

T. B. Kelley

 

In the darkness I seek the knowledge hidden deep within the dark of my mind.

The space holds all that is powerful, all that is mysterious.

The darkness within is where I go.

Ancient spirits fill my soul, remnants of life for me to behold,

Tending to what they once did to bring about magic and creation within.
In the darkness lies a key to the wisdom blessed upon me.

In the darkness of my mind, I find the gods, and the divine.

There my mind is free, learning to live beyond my wildest dreams.

Numb

 

T. B. Kelley


Sitting here, feeling numb, why have all my troubles come?
Why did my life go this way? What happened to me along the way?
People just don’t understand why I am the way I am,

That my actions have formed me into who and what I am.
The past is what forms your mind, creating the tale you leave behind.
If I had found another way, I would not be here today.
Till I do leave, my mind keeps the past under lock and key,
So that I may live on for a new day yet unseen.  

The Past

 

T. B. Kelley


Thoughts start to overwhelm my mind, over a past that cannot rewind,
Of how things should have gone, but with nothing to do but live life on,
Wishing I had done things right…but how was I to know my choice would bite?
How would life be now had I changed just one move around?
When thoughts start to overwhelm my mind, over the past that cannot rewind—
Could it, or should I, if I still can’t decide which is wrong and which right?

 

 




Tracy B. Kelley, tracybkelley@yahoo.com, who wrote the BP #88 4-poem set, “Fire Rages…,” “In the Darkness,” “Numb,” and “The Past,” is a mother of 3 living in a small town in Tennessee. Writing poetry is one of her favorite creative expressions, along with other works of communications and art. Spending time in nature gives her inspiration, from the horrifying to the beautiful, each expectation of emotion a canvas from which she creates.




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