Under Wing

You took me under wing,
giving me a little extra love
you knew I’d need.

You always granted us
five more minutes of play
as the adults caught up.

Years of guidance
have stuck like Velcro
in my mind.

Your words
are nestled
in my heart

as fond memories
dance across
my thoughts.

Until we meet again,
for now, I
must say goodbye.

Kim Sealock
10-15-20

Anai

My faithful shadow,
taken to soon.
Fur black as midnight,
and eyes of spring.

Sweet and protective,
though a thing
of superstition.
Shunned by some
but loved by me.

She’s still watching,
always faithful,
still by my side.

Kim Sealock
2/4/19

Fall

The mountains are ablaze
with a haze of color,
hues of red and orange ignite
the horizon of once blue ridges.

The sun creeps over
the sleepy mountains,
staining the sky
with pink and purple.

Dark clouds inch together
proving that the ominous
is beautiful.

Kim Sealock
1/21/20

Dear Veterans

Dear Veterans,

Thank you for…

your fight,
your sacrifice,
your service.

Thank you…

for being fearless,
for being selfless.

Thank you for…

your hardships,
your struggles,
your loss.

All because…

you believed in US;
you loved US.

Thank you for…

your service,
your sacrifice,
your fight,
your soul.

Thank you for being…
there.

Kim Sealock
11-11-19

Blocked

Poems stuck in the branches
of everyday thought
stories stifled by anxiety.

Calling for inspiration
in the dead of night
yet no muse comes.

Torn and crumbled pages
litter the floor.

Exhaustion takes its toll;
the brain won’t cooperate.
It darts between ideas,
like a cat chasing a laser.

Oh, phone.
Oh, YouTube,
it’s research.

Two hours later.

Kitten videos,
still research.
The mind convinces itself.

Crumbled over the desk,
nothing,
squiggles,
make sure the pen is working.
Splatters form when it doesn’t.

Random thoughts come,
writing them down
because at least it’s something.

Something
is always better
than a blank page.

Kim Sealock
9-1-19