Poetry Through My Eyes

What do you see?

It was a simple question I often asked when sharing an image with others. What fascinated me was how differently people responded. We could all be looking at the very same picture, yet each of us saw something different.

As time went on, I began to realize that certain photographs spoke to me in words. Others touched me so deeply that they brought tears to my eyes.

Sometimes I saw a story, sometimes an emotion, and sometimes something that seemed to reach beyond the image itself.

Those moments became my inspiration to write.

Through poetry, I began expressing not only what I saw, but what I felt.

Welcome to Poetry Through My Eyes.

Strength

Holding up the weight of the world,

At a crossroads in life, standing in a sea of emotion.

Stand tall, brave one—you are backed by your sisters in a swirl;
They come in numbers, and triumph with great Strength

MicheleMK

Blanket Me

Blanket me so I can sleep

In your vastness my soul weeps

In awe of your beauty my thoughts creep

To oneness and wholeness that’s felt so deep

By MicheleMK 

The Bench

Beneath the trees and the sky so blue,
My thoughts forever will be of you.
 

A space so precious, without a name,
Within my heart, where nothing can be the same.

I can still hear your voice and feel your love,
But your touch has faded in the light from above.

So I sit here often on this bench, close my eyes and dream
Of our happy times and the love we shared—
In another lifetime, it seems.

MicheleMK

Reflections...

Benches hold stories. Some are whispered in laughter, others are soaked in tears, and some remain silent—known only to those who once sat there.

It’s the empty benches that stir my curiosity. Sometimes, I sit on one and wonder about the lives it has witnessed, the love it has held, and the memories it keeps.

Perhaps that’s why I wrote this poem—to honor the quiet places that still remember.

Hear Goes My Heart

In my element along

the shore

Among the treasures

my heart I wore

Years of tumbled

dreams I swore

To speak from a place

that knows not

more....

March 6, 2024

MicheleMK

Jersey Dreams

Amusement parks, cotton candy,

The sound of waves crashing along the shoreline.

Seagulls calling loudly to my soul.

Kites in the air,

The scent of suntan lotion everywhere,

Sand between my toes…

Salt water heals my heart.

The sun’s warmth, gentle breezes,

Carousel music and candy apples…

Summer awakens all of my senses.

The night sky,

The cool ocean air, and you…

Under the boardwalk,

Where summers kiss our memories.

MicheleMK