What time is it?

Threads are scattered
across my lap. How long 
have I lain cross this table?
Tic Tic the Clock
in the back of my head -
and the table rocks.

Threads. Thread...
bare in my hands.
The original tie -in.
Like a macramé hanging -
in its unformed state
yet frayed from sliding fingers.

And the time.
Ceasing. Unceasing. I relent.
the hands, the pen, the plug.
Toc Toc the Clock.
Stand - and the threads scatter 
Across the floor.

Shelley Rae Bell

Song, Sorrow and a Flower

I have a song of sorrow in my heart.

you only know.

The first born light today

shines on me.

while I suffer notes of weariness

shadows play in minor key.

I lay down in cool downy greens

and I see

notes in blues and reddish hues.

Up and down the scale it goes

a song begging to be free.

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My Hand is on the Lock


Do I keep things out? Or in?

I cannot tell. I would not say.

Forged bars are where doors

would compose an opening.


I held the blacksmith’s hammer.

And tongs when I breathed fire.

Placed each bar in tedious fashion.

A wartime plan.


Do I lock the door against? Without?

I select. I would indulge.

A secret keepers combination.

A brave companion.



shelley rae bell


The Two Betweens

Where the light is

Between the night and dawn,

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the sound of waking birds calls out and then responds across the view.

Not alone. But…

Waves meet the shore and slash against

the wooden pilings underneath some burdened boards.

A lonely chair sits, awaits its owner, cold and damp from dark’s scrutiny

Waits for mornings warmth and dissipation of night’s cold, unfriendly offering.


Where the light ispc harbor-

between the dawn and darkest night, the sounds of life grow dim

and sleep falls across the waters.

Waves rustle to the sand and tickle wooden pilings.

I watch my feathered friends hurry ‘cross the waters to their safety.

I envy. Then…

These splintered burdened boards hold me,

 I lay down and feel the breath of day breathe out.

 I let dark’s scrutiny cover me in hope

that morning’s light returns.


shelley rae bell