A cliff by the sea,
where we once used to be,
there I dream of you once more.
A cliff by the sea,
where we were never to be,
here I dream of you no more.
Words Then, Words Now
Words were spoken, they never existed before.
We talked about change, difference, radical noises.
Our speech was louder, clear convictions, true directions.
Words are spoken in guarded tones, censured.
We talk about survival, sleeping in, making sad noises.
Our speech is quieter, muffled opinions, limited directions.
Kadota
Whispers from you haunt the
places and spaces we shared.
Winter winds whisper words
once spoken from your lips.
Wishing you to stand beside
me and say my name kindly.
Winter winds whisper a name
once yours; then, then Kadota.
Whispers of you linger as the
snow falls from my heart.
Poetry Days
Slumped over the desk,
creeping fatigue lingers,
and haunts poetry days.
Broken Teapot
A broken teapot
Hidden in the dirt and grass
A hidden flower
Exile
When we touched,
you were the one.
Longing for fingers,
dancing southward.
Together too long,
fighting over nothing.
When we fought,
I was in lonely exile.
Longing for you,
wishing it better.
Together too long,
too long together
to let this love go.
Hidden Kettle
An aversion to
the kettle in the kitchen.
Hidden from my sight,
a cup of tea calls to me;
the kettle sits in the bin.
A different Lense
A warped view of life
Hidden illumination
Unseen flowers bloom
Emotional Totalitarianism
A world devoid of emotion,
the only colour to wear is grey.
They stand in a single file,
waiting for their daily rations.
Just one look he stole for love,
a look she returned for life.
Locked in a totalitarian world,
walking to their execution.
Colours, not Shades
Simplified as Shades,
Complexities of Colours,
Oppressed by the Shades.
