C and K Words

Botanic Garden

imperfect roses
scrutiny and muffled sighs
Refund our money

He speaks to the crowd.
The voice, a sonorous velvet music
lifting the heathens.

Several tongues trace longing lips,
hanging on every word.
He passes judgement.

The crowd become a frenzied mob.
Possessed by his rapture,
they inflict such malicious violence.

exposed in the snow
an unguarded fantasy
Snow falling on skin
whimsical pagan caprice
unbelieving, unknowing

Watching the way the wind blows through the blooming buds of the ornamental pear trees.

I feel the petals, twigs, and random wrappers brush past my cheeks and legs.

The eventuality of my circumstances is within those random wrappers moving in the wind.

Living within the walls of an office was never for me.

forgotten in hues
the bellwether of no one
talking to the sea

A stranger’s bed
paid for and made for one
without regrets

Jasmine steam
wafting on a light journey
only thoughts

A water barrel
outside comes to inside
the barrel bath

Sky glimpses
the sunsets into twilight
bobbing safe

Wet footprints
reinvigorated for today
in the present

The olive tree cries
Blood-stained roots long for water
alone in her death
Once the dwelling place of God
now turning to dust and death

One Sunday afternoon
she left the washing and the cleaning alone,
for the day had changed.

Sipping sweet something
she hummed a tune and said, “Perhaps I will
do what he does for a day.”

When Sunday afternoon
became Sunday evening, her husband asked,
“Where is dinner, dear?”

She looked up and said, “I don’t know. I have
decided to do what you do today.”

Truth be told, the catastrophe began when
I decided to study Law and shun the creative callings.

For sensible people, not fools who cannot get work,
you must study something sensible.

Now, between the desk and the chair, I sit pissed off,
yet grateful to have cats and a roof.

the calming darkness
a vigil to the moon, night
rebelling the day