passageways and alleyways
old gravel paths and trails
carousels and wishing wells
proof of life under my nails
clinging to life at any cost
to save myself regret
caution to the wind of want
drowning in a sea of debt
a poet of sorts, albeit inept
following the steps of those before
beautiful words from ones since dead
a self proclaimed word whore
Emerson and Whitman
and of course, Edgar Allen Poe
combining lyric to the rhyme
Homer, Yeats, Frost and Thoreau
yet none have touched my heart as such
not like the likes of you
living deliberately out of touch
come in varied shades of blue
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Keep reading
More stories from Kelli Sheckler-Amsden and writers in Poets and other communities.
A More Human Vocal
When we launched Vocal nearly a decade ago, the world was a very different place. LLMs did not exist, and stories were created one at a time by people sitting down to write, revise, and share something personal. Many of our assumptions about publishing, trust, and participation were built for a world where effort and output were inseparable.
By Justin @ Vocal4 days ago in Resources
Comments (2)
Beautiful: pain is such a witch of inspiration.
You are anything but inept. You are a wonderful poet, Kelli. Truly. And this is another example that gave me a pleasant lump in my throat.