Someday she'll fly

Someday she'll fly

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers


The fervor of

his kisses

once paralleled

the embers of a flame,

an ineffable passion.

Now they bear

a semblance to
the pecks of a bird,

barely feeding

to survive

someday

she’ll fly.

 


© 2017 Kelly Scheppers



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Ah, the embers which have lost some of their heat. Inevitable I would say after a period of time. However dear Kelly, if you have a wish to fly, metaphorically or otherwise then that is your prerogative. Short poem, but says a great deal lovely lady.

Chris



Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Weeks Ago

This was pure conjecture on my part...although, I wouldn't mind being able to fly every now and then.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

I'd like to fly too Kelly.
Kelly Scheppers

3 Weeks Ago

Wouldn't it be great? Maybe in my next life I'll check it out! ; )
It's a very beautiful poem Kelly...:)
Love does gives wings...and when it fades away...kind of very sad... beautifully painted with your words...

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Ardra!
Your poem conjures up several lines of thought so vividly (a true sign of brilliance). First, it’s the way young love is so rich & expressive, but then fades to a dry peck on the cheek for most couples. Another idea is the way we feel obligated to see something thru, all the while waiting for that moment when we can be free (many people view retirement this way, but then they are too stodgy to leap into the freedom they’ve waited for, after all those years of toil). Finally, the lasting lesson for me is to stay on our toes, no matter how much life weighs us down, becuz we want to be able to seize the moment when it arrives. It’s a rare poem that delivers such possibilities! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Kelly Scheppers

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Margie!
I am determined to stay grounded as a matter of principal having felt ever so slightly intoxicated when I reached the point of ineffable passion.........a deliriously dreamy little peck of a poem, if ever there was.... Neville

Posted 1 Month Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Month Ago

Good to see you, Neville! Thank you so much.
Neville Pettitt

1 Month Ago

Don't mention it, it was my pleasure, I can assure you....
Oh, how I so get you in this poem!! And completely relate! I hate pecks of kisses and would rather not be kissed at all. Kiss me passionately and deeply, take me completely... or not at all..

Posted 3 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Months Ago

...I couldn't have said it better! ; )
Kelly - A fiery love remembered and the hope for its' return. So many of us, I'm sure, have suffered the same enigma.

Take care - Dave

Posted 7 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

7 Months Ago

...thank you so much, Dave. I knew many would!
Nice to meet you too. Nice images, really like your poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

...you've made my day, thank you, Nancy!
I love the way you have mixed the ecstasy and agony of a passionate romance but in the end, she is still able to soar albeit, my guess it, on tender wings. Simply wonderful, Kelly.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

Always wonderful to see your smiling face, Dara! Thank you so much!
Really lovely... sad yet hopeful. Well done!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

You are most kind...thank you!
dear Kelly... a passionate kiss is like icing on a warm summers day when the cake is still warm from the oven. Cake and passion may cool, but the taste remains year after year.... even with a tear. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Pat, I truly appreciate that. Now I want cake!

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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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