KORY WELLS
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POETRY
THERE’S A GOD OF FALSE STARTS AND TRAGIC MISTAKES
A friend says she can’t
embrace, can’t speak
another word about
this small finality.
At her cabin, mostly empty
for the winter, bluebirds
flew down the stovepipe
and couldn’t get back out.
Twice. The first time
she rescued them, but
this time she was too late.
I think of a man who planned
to come back from the dead
as an owl and wonder
if those poor birds, caught
in her cold wood stove,
had a previous life, or if
they’re headed to another
life now. Well, sure they are—
at least in the form of carbon
and dust. I’m no mystic,
but someone once said
that the lives we don’t choose
still leave their marks upon us.
Once I wanted to be a pilot,
and I learned to fly a small plane
over the rolling hills of home.
But every time you take off,
you must also land. I’ve never
been good at landings. So then
I wanted to be a musician,
and I learned to sing and play
a small guitar. But music depends
on breath, and I haven’t always
been good at breathing. Still,
I will go to my grave wanting
to fly and sing like a bird.
Is it such a weakness
to come to a cold end
trapped in hope?
Praise those birds
as you found them,
I tell my friend—
against dull ash,
a bright, persistent blue.
IN THE DEEP OF WINTER’S FOREST
May you find a bright clearing.
On the far side of the clearing
may you find a path.
Down the path’s icy slope
may you walk sure-footed
to the water, and before nightfall
may you come to thick-walled
shelter, a cocoon soft and warm.
In this place, may you be
reminded: how filling the silence,
how brilliant the stars. In the dark
may you see all you need:
berries that glimmer like glass,
a fallen birch gleaming like old bones.
Love them both Kory!
Thanks, Nan!
Very beautiful poems here. Thank you.
Thank you for your sure words – wild though they may be! Praise what is, live what is.
Thank you, my poet friend!
So thoughtful. Beyond beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you for being an ardent encouragement, always, my friend!
Such well written poems! Thank you for sharing.
very, very nice. lovely even…
Thank you, dear Susie!
These poems were embedded in MaryAnne O’Hara’s blog to which I am nightly drawn, and to your work now. MaryAnne will one day tell you why the first poem has special meaning. Keep writing and I’ll keep reading.
It’s very touching to know that my words somehow have new meaning for each reader. Isn’t that a gift from the universe? Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, Gail. Let’s both keep at it!
Kory, I stumbled upon The Wild Word, and thus your work, while perusing the latest listings from Duotrope. What a nice surprise. Thank you for sharing with us.
Thank you so much for reading, and taking the time to comment, Harold!
Lovely work, Kory – I’m ‘taken’ with both poems! So glad you pointed the way to The Wild Word!