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11/30/2017

Construction Zone

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11/25/2017

Courier

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A prayer travelled
like Royal Mail
Carried as on a painted horse decorated;
I could see it leaving
sky borne and knowing,
the invisible message spoken...
Reigned into heavens domain;
Obedient to rider,
Eyes towards the master
who waits ready to send back
Answered request
to the patient one;
Expectant
of news arriving from faraway;
Already near

​Kelly Ried



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11/22/2017

On the Rails

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11/18/2017

Derelict

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My search for off the beaten track seemed to go nowhere.  But every trail led to some far off memory.

Was this a familiar face?  We stared at each other as if we had met once.
Derelict.
No recollection.
The place we stood was not on a map.
Who would open the door first?
No introduction.
This was our end.
Where did we begin?

Kelly Ried

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11/17/2017

St. Brendan- a voyage

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I set out in my open boat upon the water The current below and air above set my course
The waters take what is not able to stand
and the human choice follows
What once appeared larger than life,
grew distant and pale
Disappearing shadows of land and air
I held still
Darkness and light
Open windows of inner sight
The soul
Born to search
Born to find
I once thought I was drifting further...
I closed my eyes and I was closer

​Kelly Ried


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11/12/2017

Main Street Memory

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The door to the pool hall on main street always had this "sandlot" mystery to it.  I was for-bidden by my parents to enter.  Dark things went on behind it.  Windows needed cleaned.  But that wasn't really it.  I knew there was smoking and pool hall stuff happening...the more the mystery,  the stronger the pull.  My bell bottomed blue jeans were about to walk me straight into the abyss.  I just obeyed.  You see, it was a barber shop to any passerby looking in.  Man in barber chair covered with cape; man with razor cutting hair.  All legal, legitimate.  The floors were darkened old wood, stained and then stained; the very kind you would walk into any prairie town hardware store and see there too.

The smoke lay heavy in the air(?), the fog on the other side of those windows made a lot of sense now.  I made it inside but would have done a quick shoulder check behind me before I closed the door.  I had this sense that I was now part of a club.  Could I smoke?  I was only 12, guess not!  Didn't feel quite that comfortable.  Sure wanted to light one up and hang it out the side of my mouth while I sunk some balls.  So this was it.  I made it through that door.

Bob the barber seemed a nice enough proprietor.  I did find out soon enough that he adhered to the no smoking for minors.  He carried a respect standing with his white barber coat and thin moustache.  I kept myself in line whenever I came back.
We all just need to feel needed.


​Kelly Ried

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11/11/2017

Clouds

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11/4/2017

Diary of a hurricane

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11/4/2017

Moments

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Many are the moments
They will pass overhead
and crawl like shadows

Blaze like the sun
           fade with age
A memory
Stay


Kelly Ried


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