Saturday, February 24, 2018


I'd slept ten hours alone in my bed,
Motionless, silent, as though I were dead.
Words had no meaning and nothing was said;
My dreams were drifting around in my head.

Moments soared endlessly, timeless, pristine.
Sunlight streamed soundlessly, soft and serene.
Bright mountain snow fell on trees evergreen;
Slowly I drifted, detached and unseen.

People I knew well, who long since have passed,
Walked among gardens with flowers amassed.
I saw each one, just as I saw them last,
They didn't see me as I drifted past.

Things that I did long before I grew old:
In short, poignant movies, watched them unfold.
Some were warm blessings, others left me cold,
I could but drift as the stories were told.

Heartbreaking stories had caused me to cry,
Tears so profuse, the deluge drained me dry;
Others so happy, joy made me so high,
I drifted aloft in soft azure sky!

Softly, I woke at the birth of the day,
Quietly pondering, nothing to say.
I grabbed a pen to take notes as I lay,
Before the memories drifted away.

I caught their essence in this small sachet,
Before the story just drifted away...

Mick McKellar
February 2018

I sleep longer and deeper now than ever before in my life. Because I also dream more and longer, I spend more time writing them down. Some, I share...before they drift away.


Monday, January 08, 2018

Laugh in the Shadows

The silent snow falls heavily and white.
A red shed with green shutters watches me,
But never blinks in the dim, winter light;
And oddly, it stares nonjudgmentally.
The evergreen trees whisper together,
Swaying and laughing in Winter's cold breath,
Unconcerned with the inclement weather,
Dreaming of life after frozen sleep-death.
The nude sentinels who sway in the gale,
Stand stark and resolute against the sky;
Their long sleep begun, their frigid exhale
Laughs in the darkness -- they know they won't die.
"Winter comes to all," they silently sing,
"So laugh in the shadows and wait for Spring!"

Mick McKellar
January 2018

Though Winter comes to us all, we must hang on to the joy and wait for our Spring.


Storm Surge

Although my tea tastes hot and savory,
My morning eyes are cold and hard black ice;
When I observe what's being fed to me,
As Facebook whispers words naughty and nice.
A news feed deluge breaches levees wide
Enough to weather gale force info-storms,
Causing my mind to want to run and hide,
From storm-surge data far beyond the norms.
Daily grow the waves of words I ponder --
My mind awash in flotsam from the net.
I float among the jetsam and wonder,
How I can sort such surf but not get wet,
And figure out, without causing a splash,
How I can tell the treasure from the trash...

Mick McKellar
January 2018

Because: One man's trash -- might get shared and go viral...


Thursday, January 04, 2018

Who Shall Say

It’s far too easy to live by the gun,
Dealing death at a distance, at a whim;
With no thought for the deadly damage done,
The loss for loved ones -- loss of life or limb.
Should in this old world, magic be alive,
Should the triumph of justice be its aim;
Firing a weapon would have more to give,
Than merely another one’s life to claim:
Whatever the targeted victim’s fate,
Be it wounding, suffering, even death;
If dealt by avarice, dogma, or hate,
Be lived by the shooter till his last breath.
None have the wisdom, or the right to say,
Who shall suffer loss, or survive this day.

Mick McKellar
January 2018

Let he who is without sin, cast the first bullet…


Saturday, December 30, 2017

A Loving Friend

I cannot read the words behind your eyes,
Nor can I hear the music in your mind.
I little understand your plaintive sighs,
And fail to comprehend what clues I find.
You smile and with uncertainty I grin,
Then panic drives me crazy when you frown.
With your merest suggestion, I’m all in,
And criticism turns my world dark brown.
Though tired, I’m ready anytime to play,
And I will keep you safe both day and night.
I’m sad each time you rise and go away,
And Oh! So happy when you’re in my sight!
I know you’ll understand this without fail,
Because you’ll see that I’m wagging my tail!

Mick McKellar
December 2017

If Dante could write a poem…


Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Missing Moments

Their shadows barely touch me,
As each golden day flies past.
Though I reach to slow them down,
My old hands just aren’t that fast,
And I miss them…

I treasure ev’ry second,
So I seek to slow their flight.
I try to fill each moment,
But it doesn’t work out right,
And I miss them…

     Missing moments with the people I love,
     Used to be a normal part of each day;
     Now I treasure each and every one,
     I can’t let a single one get away.

The ticking of my watch is
The constant wash of the tide,
But I can’t swim in the surf,
I’m just along for the ride,
And I’m missing…

     Missing moments with the people I love:
     I try never to let one get away,
     For I treasure each and every one,
     And each one more precious than I can say.

And I miss you…

Mick McKellar
December 2017

Today -- December 26, 2017 -- is the 2500th day since my blood and marrow stem cell transplant on February 21, 2011. It’s a milestone, and a time to reflect on how I am spending the wonderful gift of all these days.


Sunday, December 24, 2017

Lovely Lights

Lovely lights of Christmas,
Touch my heart at night,
When their gleaming prisms,
Capture soft starlight.

Windows filled with color,
Sealed against the cold,
Sing a silent carol,
Precious, deep, and old:

Welcoming each stranger,
Relative, and friend,
In for warmth and kindness,
Freely to extend.

Lovely lights remind me,
Green, gold, and cerise,
Of the gifts of Christmas:
Joyous love and peace.

Mick McKellar
December 2017

Merry Christmas! May you receive the gifts of love and peace.