Front of Mind

So many chapters
Various themes
woven throughout

Some short-lived, only
a chapter or two
Others ebb and flow

From forefront
to background
to memory

And then there are those…

Able to move from
back of mind to front
in an instant, saying

Hey! Remember me?

Themes that create
identity, meaning,
and connections

Today, I am the girl
sitting at the piano

I think I’ve been missing her

Blackbird-The Beatles Kelley Morris, piano
Dust in the Wind-Kansas Kelley Morris, piano
Far Away-James Taylor Kelley Morris, piano

Never Forget

A morning walk with
a friend as the kids
played nearby,
oblivious to the
world outside

Until we arrived home,
flicked on the T.V. and
watched as peace was
destroyed in an instant

Images of planes,
and buildings, and
smoke, and fire filled
our small living room

We watched
as the towers fell
unable to completely
comprehend the destruction

Hours later, kids in tow,
accompanied by friends,
I sat at a piano in a
nearby nursing home

Playing and singing hymns
through tears, in hopes
of calming fears-
The residents’ and my own

I will never forget

An Open Invitation

It begins with only one-
Centered and steady
A series of tones, each
bleeding into the next

An open invitation
for others to join

A new timbre, mellow and 
low, compliments the 
original with its own-
The invitation grows

Others continue to join 
Adding new registers, 
patterns, and tones-
Each is beautiful on its own

But together-together
They create a harmony 
that tugs at my heart

Its slow crescendo draws
My breath in before gently 
releasing me in a slow exhale

A peace felt only in unity 
Recognizing the true gift- 
Each one of us, together

Prompt 6 Listen to the following song and write a poem. The Poetry Marathon

Max Richter-The Poetry of Earth

Uncommon Aria

I recognize her song,
though it often changes,
dependent on her journey.

Does she choose her own?
Or does it choose her?

Traversing through
a grove of Aspens, she
sings a melody
gentle and sweet.

Each glistening leaf
adding a note of color.

Coursing over rough rocks
on the shoreline, she
sings a melody bold
and courageous.

Each pulse of the current
increasing her resolve.

Each melody, each path is a journey
of awe and wonder paired with challenges.

Listen. What song does she sing for you today?

Downy Soft


A melody fluttered
across the sky

Notes patterned
In twos, threes, and fours

An invisible string
Gently coaxing them
along a wavering staff

Unusual notes, clad
in feathers that fluffed
with each released tone

I couldn’t hear the music.
But felt grateful, nonetheless

A joyful witness to
Downy soft improvisation

Simply Sunday

A poem and a few songs for you, dear friends. Much love-Kelley ❤️

Ghosts-A poem written and read by Kelley Morris
Song for You by James Taylor
Kelley Morris, piano
Your Song by Elton John,
Kelley Morris, piano
Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles
Kelley Morris, piano
Fields of Gold by Sting
Kelley Morris, piano

Not the Only One

Pink lines and blue spaces
pulled me into the day
Inviting my thoughts,
one note at a time

A quiet calling, not
rushed, but encouraging-
Today waits for your melody.

Waits for our melodies-
Whether joyful
or melancholy
Raucous or
Peaceful

So, go ahead, sing
Let your notes float on
the breeze, blending
with others before
returning to you

A new song-
not meant to soothe
every worry, but to
remind us that we are
not the only ones singing

The Valley


The snowy owl sleeps
through the day,
resting her wings,
her body, her eyes

She waits until darkness
falls to take flight

What path will she take this night?
The familiar line following trees
along the river and up
into the mountains?
She knows it well

But something stirs her, gently
ruffles her feathers-Calling
her out of the familiar
and into the Valley

Not a sad place, but
a place to grow –
until once again, the sun
rises and she sleeps

Simply Sunday

Photo by Paul Porter Red-winged Blackbird

In Plain Sight

Perched atop golden,
fluffy cattails, confidently
exclaiming, Here I am!
Crimson red wings,
glowing in contrast to
his black-as-night body.

There is no mistaking him,
and I think he knows it.

His ability to remain
perfectly balanced on
such a fragile stage.
His “I did it my way”
anthem soaring across
the field, remarkable!

I’m not sure whether
to bow, smile, or perhaps
simply call Bravo! Encore!