Meaningful Monday sponsored by WWF(a)C…!!!
I was honored to be one of the writers at Monday night’s “Meaningful Mondays: Women Poets in the Courtyard” at Arnold’s in downtown Cincinnati. Teri Foltz, Laurel Chambers, and Bev Bowers, three amazing writers from the Women Writing for (a) Change community, joined me. Each of us read original works beneath the city lights of the famed courtyard, to a warm and receptive crowd. I’d like to thank Annette Januzzi Wick for facilitating this event and Arnold’s for making us feel so welcome!
Whisperings – A Collection of Poems by Blues Guitarist Kelly Richey
THROUGH PAIN , THROUGH DARKNESS, THROUGH LIGHT
This book is a special collection of 89 poems (including companion CD) written by female blues guitarist Kelly Richey. These ultra-personal poems were pulled from over 5,000 writings spanning three decades. The poems deal with finding oneself, relationship struggles, emotional turmoil, the ups and downs of life, vulnerability, survivorship, spirituality, love, lost love, heartache, longing, and passion.
This book includes an audio companion CD with Kelly Richey reading each poem from its collection.
I once met a man – shooting lies in the wind,
He wanted my heart – so I gave him my hand.
He took all my money – for the stories he told,
I left him there standing – in the chill of his cold.
I once met a woman – with a stare right through me,
She wanted my life – so I gave her a key.
She took all my love – for the stories she wrote,
I left her in anger – with no sense and sheer pity.
I once met myself – a bit thickened by the wind,
I know more about love – and have fewer friends.
But I’m not the worst – for the things I have seen,
Each day I grow stronger – as I remember what they mean.
It’s a two color nightmare
It’s a hole in your shoe
It’s the heat you just can’t bear
It’s an empty mirror
With a full-on stare
Slow Motion Riot
It’s a slow motion riot
It’s the pain you can’t feel
It’s the ache inside a broken heart
It’s the cold inside a chill
It’s the reason without a question
It’s the truth inside a lie
It’s the forest when the leaves have fallen
it’s love – it’s why we cry
When I Was Empty
So many nights I’ve lived and worked in bars –
I learned a long time ago what I so often forget –
you ain’t gonna find nothing there!
People without something go there –
at least that’s why I always went.
When I was empty I went searching for the answer in a bottle –
I went looking’ for a shot of courage –
…by the time I was leaving – I needed courage to leave
Sometimes you just have to sit there and let the wind blow you down –
Like a hot summer day or a harsh winter night –
Some things just have to come — and go.
I live in the shadows – I follow them – I find them everywhere
on your face –
in my heart –
I run from them – I trace their every line
I seek light because they find me
I seek peace because they haunt me
I find myself within and without them
I feel free – I feel chains within my freedom
I see light outside the darkness – I refuse to cry
I refuse to let those shadows haunt me – I refuse
Rainbows, shadows, tears, laughter
I feel – and I thank God I can feel
Shadows remind me of my feelings
of my hidden heart – of my life
of what I should hide
what I could hide—
They’re why I write
so I won’t hide anymore
For every name there is a street –
For every street is like a line on my face –
It grows deeper – it holds the sweat, the salt, the stone – the dirt –
The pavement – a woman watches – a woman walks – a woman runs –
Like veins the street pumps people –
I romanticize about the power it holds
It goes everywhere – it leads a person on – it ends –
It wraps around and around – it knocks down trees and mountains –
It’s steel gray – it’s truth
Sorrow Can’t Find Me Now
I’ve learned the hard way
most things I know
I built my house on sand
and made castles out of snow
The things that I remember
leave scars upon my hands
Right and wrong lay buried
beneath the ground I stand
My eyes are broken windows
my soul is wet with tears
My feet have felt the gravel
as they carried me through my fears
Dreams flow through my veins
like water from a sieve
Sorrow only knows my name
it knows not where I live
All We Have
Love is a blind heart
Hate is a bloody fist
Sweat is a naked body
Cold is an empty bed
Night is when the sun has drawn close
Morning is when our bed is totally undone
Feelings are things we keep well hidden
Lies are what we choke on as we run
Evil is what we smell when we are shaken
Good is what stays unnoticed as it shines
Death is someone else’s misfortune
Life is what we claim to be unkind
Heartless is an arrow in a tender place
Loving is a heart that is kept warm
Tomorrow is something that will never happen
Today is all we have until it’s gone.
Written by Kelly Richey
Photo by: Jeff Shiflett