Poem – When Love Blossoms
When love blooms
A blossom, the soft petals opening,
beaconing like the
welcome arms
that enfolded me
in warmth and safety.
His arms, into which I run,
give me such peace
within the chaotic world…
and….
within me.
2/16/1993
Poem – 2021 – Memories Wash Over Me
Today, I took a moment and then a few more
To think of you and feel
All the memories wash over me on
The breath of a wish, the sigh of our dreams,
And the knowing that you will always be part of me
In the stories I tell my child,
Drawing pictures for him so he will
Always remember…
Tomorrow and many more days to come
I will both forget and remember
That you aren’t here physically, and I will take a moment—
Again—
Then I will talk to you anyway
About our day, and still sharing
As we always did before.
Memory is a blessing, and we carry you with us
Every single day, mei mei,
And I revel in the joy of having had you in my world.
G. S. Skye
11:59 6 July 2021
Poem – Special Moments
Everyone has his or her special moment.
That few seconds in the midst of life
Causing you to pause.
To Feel.
To Think.
An indefinable moment
Where you close your eyes,
Tilt you head back and listen.
Just listen…
Hearing the quiet whispering
Of something within…
20 December 1999
(27 years old)
Draft (2019) – I am not ready
I am not ready.
Today when my child came home from school I turned off the TV and
The unending reports of scared children after yet another shooting.
He curled up on my lap and didn’t notice the sudden lack of news.
Instead, he hugged me tight and told me of his day.
He hugged me tight, not knowing how much I needed
His small yet strong little arms wrapped up in mine
His wonderful, animated face full of love and excitement.
He talked of future days in school
And I grasped that thread of hope and clung to it;
I clung so tight that I hugged him again and thought not for the
First time—
I am not ready.
I am not prepared to talk to this precious child
About the realities of life.
I am not yet able to formulate the words that
Someday will fray the edges of the safe blanket
He has wrapped around him, that school is safe.
School should be safe, dammit.
It should be a place where children can learn and grow and
Take flight with learning and imagination.
School should be safe.
I am not ready.
So I hugged him back.
14 November 2019
Draft (2019) – My Brother is many things
My brother is many things:
Charming, annoying, honorable, chivalrous
Funny, playful, stubborn, oh so stubborn and
Incredibly smart— of mouth and brain.
Having a friend isn’t quite the same as having a sibling.
There’s just something more and different and if you’re lucky
A very special bond that defies all.
Having a brother, well, that’s a strange and wonderful thing.
It’s like having a best friend, champion and nemesis
All carefully wrapped up in a
Neat package of strength, tempered with a touch of vulnerability—
Accented with a playful punch,
Strong hugs, a smirk and a knowing look
That can say more in a second than a lifetime of words.
Having a brother isn’t always a choice.
Finding your brother as an adult when you never even knew you
Needed him…
Is a gift.
4 November 2019
Draft (2019) – Snuggles on a Saturday
Snuggles on a Saturday morning are the best.
Warm, sweet child molded into my side,
A contented smile on his face
As we watch a favorite movie
And I drink my tea.
The occasional hug,
The cheerful laugh,
And mischievous grin
As slowly, ever so slowly he shifts
Watching me closely from beneath his fringe.
Wow! Such cold feet!
2 Nov 2019
Draft (2019) – Trick or Treat
Winter is early this year.
The wet, cold snow blows
Fiercely as we wander from
House to house—
Weather only curbs our urchins.
Their quest for joy fulfilled.
Yet, as the slush streaks sideways in
Strong winds that could lift
An Umbrella and whisk us away,
They laugh and vie for the next piece.
Until we near the house…
Suddenly the promise of warmth,
Hot chocolate, cupcakes and toys
Appeals more.
Trick or treat?!
1 Nov 2019
Poem (draft) – I really thought I wouldn’t say that.
I really thought I wouldn’t say that.
The catch phrase of this and that
The common tropes of parenthood-
All those things our parents said
Seemed so far off from who I thought
That I would become.
It’s Generational, I thought.
It wasn’t going to me
Who would reutter those phrases.
I wasn’t just meant to be
That “kind” of parent.
My grandma laughed and ran her hand across my hair.
“It’s okay sweetie, someday you’ll understand.
Someday you’ll recognize the truth.”
That it isn’t just generational.
It’s all generations
We all thought it
And found when our time came
We’re surprised and somewhat,
I find, comforted, because
Yes, you really will find yourself saying “that”.
10 October 2019
What’s with Galen Skye
Hi everyone,
New Website
So obviously, we have moved my site to its own domain and I am really excited about merging my Poetry with my Fiction and Essays. With a poetry book coming out over the summer and two fiction collaborations happening, it just seems like the best time.
Expanded Content
Over the past couple of years I have been asked if I could post about BEING a poet along with posting my poems, and so since people have asked, that’s what they will get. I am looking forward to sharing a lifetime of anecdotes on being a poet, even the part where it snuck up on me that I was!
Meanwhile, I have several new poems to post this week, and I hope you enjoy them and that you enjoy some of the essays that I will be posting from years past. They are going to be archived on the site and when we get them up, I’ll let you know!
Poetry Readings
Mind you, this is going to be a new adventure, but given that I have been recording readings of some of my sonnets (using Original Pronunciation for Shakespeare), I am starting to get a better feel for doing it and a slight better comfort with the entire idea. What it comes down to, is that I even I prefer to sometimes hear a poet read their words, so why should I be surprised that others want that of me, too. Keep an eye out!
Whispers in Twilight
My upcoming book “Whispers in Twilight”, a collection of poems written through out my life time up until now, spanning from 1985 (I was 11) to 2016 should be ready for Launch by August. We had some technical difficulties, but I’m feeling pretty confident that I can get things going now that the sun is shining and the ice has melted away.
As things come together, we will have more information, some promotions and a lot of poetry written on the fly to keep me from loosing my mind!
Have a wonderful day and enjoy Spring (it just got here in Michigan.)
Galen
