A poem by Lily Selthofner, 2021.
decibels sway,
ache and echo.
overwhelming,
sentimental.
rolling wheels screech.
ebb and flow
effervescent urban glow
alarms the tired benches of gray halls,
weeping into blankets
of cold, timeless boredom.
A poem by Lily Selthofner, Oct. 2021.
don’t part
from dreams. open eyes
release
anxiety
one foot forward
the other lingers
behind
until the next swing.
a dip plunging in
seek refuge in its entirety
A poem by Lily Selthofner, November 2, 2021, Manhattan, NY.
‘Uphill battles should never be climbed –
alone.
find a perch, enjoy the view
nostalgic perceptions
wander towards the present
where I may seek to take an easy step with you.’
A poem by Lily Selthofner, 2022.
night and shade,
moments of vacancy,
lunar possibility cuts the haze
enlisting seeds to grow in the ground
where my burdens lay, buried
ruins to scrounge
eating away decades
as human habit splices
my days
into tiny stars in the darkness.
stones unturned,
lying mysteriously about my cave.
This piece is a loose watercolor inspired by Lake Michigan.
The piece reveals dualities: of evergreens and deciduous reds — youthful in death, floating away, or falling, awaiting rebirth. From near and far, the trees see and know each other.
This is a portrait of three cats that I know: Milo, Gold Dust, and Dewey (from left to right). The inquisitive and optimistic Milo, the energetic and feminine Gold Dust, and the wild, yet deeply caring Dewey.
Portrait of a cat named Little Genie.
A poem by Lily Selthofner, Feb. 2, 2021.
What does it mean to begin a day?
to sit reluctantly in the teasing sun.
a shaky early-spring chill
sedated by hot coffee.
as the breath of bright wind
cools the fire of man’s
uncomfortable expectations in my cup.
A poem by Lily Selthofner, 2020.
29,200 days. 0.003425% today.
squeezing by,
importance creeps behind my ears,
churning purpose from a pile of silly putty.
swimming endlessly in thoughtful blunder
each mortal moment
neglected
time transcended
in the idle space of days wasted.
A poem by Lily Selthofner.
once in a lifetime.
behind my eyes i lie
cheek to cheek with the holy portal.
press my face into the ground.
submerge me in your comfort,
knees rugged with pressure.
a champagne glint draws me like a compass –
heat between skin and clothes: disrobe.
unleash your hidden gold.
eyes squinting against my sunlight
as I finally wander
through galaxies and prairies alike.
