Vera Kelgart

Vera Kelgart
Foto: Dan-Tuyet Tham, 2021

søndag den 31. december 2017

holding the gold leaf

on your bed

with your palms upwards

disarmed


your sleepy thoughts following

your median line up over your head

sketching a big imaginary heart

arcs high as rainbows

but rooted in the ground


you're floating

a soft vehicle into the misty


imagining


you in your delicate breezy garments

embracing authentic north

your mind a peaceful jewel

set in a cardigan open

fluffy and flapping

dusty grape violet

knit and purl patterned

purple wool flying

over thin linen layers

grey as the sky


you're drawing your body warmth closer

a heart-shaped leaf of light

muted gold with visible silver veins


nothing is written in stone

there's a plasticity to life

in your hand

you realize

you're holding the gold leaf

full of future


alive with initiative

you realize

you do not need to stand statue still


and so you walk out of the picture

initiating




Vera Kelgart  (with grounding Lemuria crystal) 2017


søndag den 22. oktober 2017

human spirit

late at night

relaxing completely

dropping your shoulders at last

turning inwards


you assemble your pieces

along your median line

feeling the shape of a heart

around you


emptying your mind's daytime cache

into the grey depths of night


imagining


your mystical twin

speaking to you outside language

her intense eyes locked in yours


dressed in a floaty chiffon kaftan

the palest vanilla yellow

of night fading fast

embellished with blue silk spirals

like whirlpools of water churning

down the front round the neckline

on the wide sleeves and the hem

just above her gold strap sandals


steeped in night

spinning blue silk spirals

she's standing looking into

earth's hidden water

the faraway reservoirs


like she's listening

to water underground

the world's invisible wells

just caring

awaring

the reservoirs renewing themselves

forever fresh and clean


so she's walking her caring route

in her floaty ice cream

glorious daybreak kaftan

listening to deep wells without a sound


caring for hidden sources

of drinking water

with her ear to the ground

her ear adorned with a crystal

drop pearl like clearest water


being still

just holding the idea in her mind

telepathing it to yours

she's water spirit

human spirit

multiplying wells

of drinking water

protected in earth's dark womb


just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

walking the caring route


her sensibility

feeling water

like a human dowsing rod

her pale vanilla kaftan

moving with her breath

her eyes holding yours


just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

the power of caring

cleansing the deep cools

ancient and fresh like morning


her sensibility

dressed in daylight

is yours




Vera Kelgart  (with cradle crystal)  2017


onsdag den 20. september 2017

rain

going to your inner room

protecting it with a heart outline

of white light


lying down trying to relax

you discover a rock or a hard place

in your chest


surveying it carefully

without touching anything

your arms and legs prepared

for flight


breathing to relax

softening the surrounding muscles

trying to blur the edges

of the hard place


waiting


imagining


your mystical twin

goldilocks beautiful sixties like

in a thunder grey greatcoat

rather peaceful though military style

with blue jeans and scruffy boots


right over his heart in the woollen coat

instead of a golden button

is a crazily shining camomile diamond

flower brooch


his smile is moving sparkling

sun on water

you can feel his feelings

like rain softly falling


he's just like you

but eternally younger

he says I'm rain

falling on thirsty fields and forests

let your feelings shower


from a window in your heart

you can watch them while it rains


he says don't analyze so much

don't stay inside when it rains

let your feelings flower


just like you

but with this camomile diamond smile

quivering on water


your mystical twin

smiling like the sun

in his woollen greatcoat


he gives you a high five and is gone


there's a soft place in your chest




Vera Kelgart  (with window Lemuria crystal 'Harmony') 2017


torsdag den 10. august 2017

The mystical twin

Now there's a small variation in the Artist's Tool Poems template. Instead of meeting self, the protagonist will sometimes meet a mystical twin. Who could be the self, but in a more developed state. The mystical twin is a role model, or simply a helper or creative midwife.
The concept of a mystical twin, a kind of soul mate in another dimension, is fascinating in itself.
Also, this writer's trick makes it easier for me to write about a variety of people - men for instance!

mandag den 31. juli 2017

Cleo

daydreaming again

taking a break

from schoolwork

and small squealing siblings


wishing for a mirror friend

someone like you

coming from somewhere to here


closing your eyes for a sec

there's a door before you

the future

heart-shaped calling out to you

walking through


imagining


your mystical twin

looking like you

slender with long black hair

and light brown skin

but wearing a dress unknown

clinging pearly grey sheath

with a silver drawstring at the waist


unadorned cool

in black ankle boots

while you're standing gaping

in washed-out denim and tee


shimmering summer young

like you yet ancient

stepping egyptian-like out

from a mural to real life


such a scintillating girl

her name should be Cleo you're thinking

she smiles and says

she's from heaven and her dress

is a starway


from far away

sliding down a slope of light

here comes Cleo to the rescue

gliding through air

like a teen mother ship


building a shelter of the mind

walking on a comet's tail

in ankle boots so cool

into humanity's group soul

here comes a pleiad

big sister pilot

in charge of the children of the world


you're standing wondering

at a girl like you

knowing you're the same


holding your head so high

walking tall on a comet's tail




Vera Kelgart (with Isis crystal 'Glyph')  2017



fredag den 2. juni 2017

summer incarnate

lying down

releasing your tensions


making your eyes soft-sighted

slowing the rhythm of your body


sensing a heart outline

reaching from under your feet

to over your head


peaceful


imagining


your mystical twin

casual as the half crushed

mallow flowers in her brown hand

her skin dark against her smile

the light lavender silk blend

of her tank top with purple dots


in her outdoor bubble skirt

a vibrant shade of plum

with loosestrife print on deep pockets

she's summer incarnate

coming from a world full of life

to your doorstep

a treasure by the wayside

you've known her always

your summer vagabond


she says you could be too

casual as summer

she says it's easy

falling laughing through

the green screen of rainy leaves

whispering fat lilac silk dollop dreams


she says it's easy

you could be too

falling in song layers

a plum bubble skirt your parachute

to the spirited room

where the blackbird is


translating her into your life

you're breathing her in


knowing when you wake up

you can always return

to breathing your mystical twin




Vera Kelgart  (with key crystal 'Cathedral Cradle') 2017


søndag den 16. april 2017

interweaving

seeking solitude

sinking into the depths of relaxation


drawing your heart around your body like an aura

breathing the energy


closing your physical eyes


imagining


you in a dolphin shift dress

especially yours but like the clothes

people wear in your universe


long coppery soft shiny cotton

sleeveless but caressing your legs when you're walking

with a long dolphin stride

through meadows and waves

interweaving

for that's what people do

in your universe


in your dolphin shift with the power of the sun

on your free arms

you're a thriving thinker

walking through dimensions

as if through waves and meadows

interweaving

the soft reddish brown of the earth

with the verdigris green of the sea


what is the likeness between a doe and a dolphin

both are soft to the touch of the human mind


you wake up from your immersion deep in thought


interweaving

it seemed to be something like

weaving

before your dreamy eyes

is a web of warps and wefts

in sea hues and earth hues

projected onto the sky

but exquisitely small

as atoms as well


maybe you could do this like




Vera Kelgart  (with tabular Isis crystal 'Mystic')  2017


onsdag den 5. april 2017

New name - same poetry

I have changed the name of my poetry site to be in synergy with my new Instagram profile:
https://www.instagram.com/crystalsonclothes/
However, the poetry is the same ...

søndag den 26. marts 2017

going verdant

in an absent-minded moment

in your swivel chair

with your back straight

but with unfocused eyes


you're slipping through a window

shaped like a heart


gliding into the air

on your breath


imagining


you going verdant

seemingly from within

wrapped in a long voile veil

ultramarine green

growing a foliage and fruit print


in your wrap-around priestess dress

you're part of the fruiting force

of the universe bringing forth cocoa

papaya coconut pomegranate

the dream force running through your fingers

helping mango along


your green wrap is a fount ripening

food for thought

slightly creased voile wrapped unwrapped

sappy leaves sliding to the hem

bursting suns of pineapple

coffee beans rippling in your hand


from the cradle of green ongoing

unwinding stress from your bloodstream

dressing your dreams

ultramarine green patterned

with silvery leaves

gold red green thought fruit peels


back in your office

you look out of the window


in the yard there's a tree suddenly

tiny with some yellow berries


giving you a boost of confidence




Vera Kelgart  (with Isis Arkimer crystal)  2017


onsdag den 1. marts 2017

light-footed

sometimes before sleep

when your body is already

sinking down down through padded darkness


with your eyes closed already

you'll find yourself

in a heart-shaped room opening out

to the forest


imagining


you in a salwar kameez style but nordic

rugged jersey tracksuit but shiny

beaming wild strawberry radiant red

and new rosy sneakers on your feet


light-footed as a hind in the forest

your suit sprinkling sparks as you run

juicy red dots on the dark forest floor

wild strawberry planetary pilot lights

like nursery night-lights reassuring

this planet is a real home


in the morning you'll feel like

you've been talking to people all night

convincing them buzzing with distant

fragments of discussions


later you'll see music

hear colours




Vera Kelgart  (with Isis crystal 'Avalon')  2017


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