A Piece of My Soul

Posted by admin on April 2, 2011

A piece of my soul trickles out in words;
A piece of my heart-glowing images
Rolls out steadily to eyes and tongues.
Are these, my hopes, only strange mirages?

Not just a thought, not just a weary wish,
But a portion of essence fall, draining
From inside out to divine consciousness.
Desire of will on Another raining.

Not to compel, not to hurt, push or drive,
These storied wants call outward to be heard
By, for and through all who are alive.
Is such rash, full egotism absurd?

A piece of my mind, not unkind dribbles
Like pudding on a paper plate, waiting
For a child to choose the thought and nibble.
By hearing, by thinking, that child changes.

Be good; be kind; find peace; give love; rewind
The awkward moments that led your soft ear
To this gentle page’s useless, baseless lines.
Answers to deep mysteries wait elsewhere.

The stifled voice that calls incessantly
Seeks change but lacks potency to create
Better; it whispers warmly, fervently.
The hearers do not listen; they berate.

In an hour will these lines matter?
Can one human voice begin to alter
The threads of humanity’s set pattern?

When its Gone – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on October 2, 2009

My pen and soul
as I sit are open
to the world and you.
They say I should not be so.
People are wrong.

My pen has never failed.
It will not now.  It takes
my mind to you.
I go home, or come back.
You are nowhere.

My pen will fill the pit.
But even the words can not
Replenish what is gone.  You
are gone, but I am not alone.
I will go on.

My pen goes on.
It will guide me, it always
has.  When next I see you
my pen too will have left.
We will be one.

Sparse Words – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on September 25, 2009

sparse words on bare
lines

seem a fraud

to the quick machinations of the mind

a skeleton

whose bones curl
at the smell of heavily versed
morality

but dead words

often hit the blunt truth

behind many thought’s thick
flesh