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Seekers

written by: Shelly Norris

 

Gravity bound
they press
away from this cliché boxed canyon
this extant setting sun
as their fists open

spilling polished stones
collected from a long silence
between echoes.

Everywhere but forward
barricaded, kaleidoscopic visions
from uncharted places and times
whisper across an ancient whetstone
honing human grit to a fine edge.

You can count
on morning traipesing blindly
behind like an entourage
of sycophants, count

on their blistered feet
draped overboard, glassed eyes
fixed straight ahead, stiff brows
arched between shorelines:

the one weeping and the one

bellowing their names.

Count on another night
seeping in with no word
from abroad

and the rogue wave
swallowing all promise
of discovery.

Shelly Norris

Shelly Norris

Shelly Norris currently resides in the woods of central Missouri with her husband John, two dogs, and seven cats. A Wyoming native, Norris began writing poetry around the age of 12. As a single mother of three sons, Norris had to concentrate on achieving an education and beginning a career to sufficiently support the family. Early in this journey it became clear that pennies from publishing poetry would not feed and shod hungry barefoot boys, so she necessarily dedicated her time and energy to building a teaching career. Meanwhile, working in the shadows grading sub-par essays, and editing for other writers, she has been slow to send forth her own writings into the cold world of rejection and possible publication in obscure volumes. One who struggled furiously with the art-life balance, Norris knew her destiny to be—like Burroughs, Bukowski, Stevens, and Wilder—a more dedicated and widely published writer later in life. While pecking away at various essays, short stories, and a couple of novels, Norris is wrestling a pile of about 100 poems into cohesive chapbooks and manuscripts embodying the vicissitudes of unrequited love and loss, dysfunctional wounds, healing quests, and the role of cats in the universal scheme.
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