Poetry
I hope to one day publish a poetry book. One of poems:
“The Wood Holds Feeling” original poem by Kelly Alexandra Hoff, October 2018
“I can go up and down the stairs
anytime I please.
The privilege of a party where
the wood holds more feeling.
The warmth of the energy
trapped in it.
Still holding the memory of a
twin mattress and a cross
in the autumn season.
I walk past the house again.
This time not in a slinky dress.
I’m saddened by the different
letters on the wall.
I pray for hockey season &
a real job.
I don’t know if Jesus is mad
or if God’s on call.
I wear their hats and I
give them back.
I'm always appreciative of a
male voice.
The green and red and a
place to play.
not just sitting and
twiddling next to a card game.
An engineer and a heavy weight,
A kind man with a cat.
I’m not just a fashion plate.
Sometimes I wonder if they
helped bring the love in.
Because country is country
And now I have a man.
I wonder if one day we’ll get married.
Because country is country
and love’s no sin.
oh, the life of an American
Scandinavian.
I don’t know if Jesus is mad,
or if God is on call.
I’m thin, but I’m strong.
They’ll never take me down.
The wood, it holds a feeling.
It traps the love for safe-
keeping.
Country is country
and wheat and corn are healing.
Country is country.
Sometimes the world’s cold,
but I have feelings.
There’s no pretending.”
~ “The Wood Holds Feeling” original poem by Kelly Alexandra Hoff, 2018
published online: 18 February 2022