Lava meets the sea
watching the way nature moves
Feeling flesh and blood
from the distance, Aloha
hiding behind the bushes
Author: C and K Words
Human | Lawyer | Poet | Story Spinner | Finding inspiration everywhere | Writing poetry and words from different spaces and places | Photographing nature and things |
Bear & Salmon
Salmon are rushing
a frenzie of paws and tails
The bear knows the taste
confused animosity
The salmon misses her paw
Mid-Winter Thoughts
Rain drenched cement
between patches of death, green grows
Moss meets the fence
underneath the death and green hides red soil
Inside looking outside
drowsy from the drugs and the stench of decay
The deepening greys
watching the afternoon turn into a wild winter night
Overwhelmed
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
My Sea
No words of the sea
he never speaks of the sea
No love for the sea
I wither within his love
I hold the sea within me
Surprises at the Dragon Shelter
They line up at the dragon shelter. Some like to look, others like to pat, and some want a pet.
Harold considers himself a dragon connoisseur.
At the cage of Peffy, quintessential comes to Harold’s mind until Peffy coughs, farts, and sets Harold’s beard on fire.
My Rebellion
Another day of living
death waits for me to arrive
Living like an immortal
Another poem demands the pen
self-censoring my words
Living like I do not have a voice
Another unkindness, another war
my poetry is my rebellion
Living without the fear of censure
The Memory of Morning
Heavy and deep
morning shadows.
Trees out of focus,
Crisp stillness remains.
From the window,
hidden under covers deep.
My secluded view is clear
as Winter moves outside.
The scent of something fruity;
Lingering for a moment,
then fading into the clearing.
The memory of the morning.
Whispers to the Sea
Waves crash against the shore
as the sea rises to meet you.
Salty sea spray hits the shore,
stinging your eyes and soaking you.
Droplets of salty sea spray drip down,
down towards the seashore.
Salty storm clouds appear wild
as you whisper words to the sea.
Leaving Work
Urban greys turning
no time to tarry about
Under the gloaming
C & K 