Poetry | Stories | Photography
Neon lights keep dancing all alone
as the winter silence settles in for a time.
Empty and forgotten items move
amongst the feelings of a vast wasteland.
Forgotten, empty, silent feelings of
isolation, longing, and unfinished plans.
The door to the pub swings open;
no one exits, for there are
only ghosts in this place.
Colours swirl
moving cloth
dancing flowers
blooming bright
sunshine light
sadness lost
moving streets
festival of light
Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us
Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies
Once worn for freedom,
now they’ve shrunk in size, colour;
little shorts, freedom.
A room with a few.
Amber light slowly lightens
as the voices begin to sing.
Different notes and different voices
intermingle to create a unique sound.
Amber light is no more
as the voices sing the chorus.
A room with a few
seems to hold so many as we
imagine this unique sound.
Her, my dream
a dreamed-up face
hers is the face of my dreams
charcoal stacks and grime
industrial revolution chimneys
her sleeping face is calm
when she is awake, I think soot
broken by her beauty
too young for her blizzard soul
a dreamed-up face sleeps
when she wakes, who knows
A dissatisfied tree
stands on the old highway
taking many lives.
A tree of no light
feeds on the departed souls
giving nothing life.
Winter landscape deep
we sleep within dreams and love
holding on to sleep
Shells on the sand
no one around today
wave spray lingers
a feeling of love for the sea
cold waves call to me
take me and dash me asunder
small in comparison
the sea whispers unheard words to me
so I sit and listen
my former self would have walked away
I hear the words
not so difficult to hear when you listen
The shipwreck makes its way
into the shallows of the seawater.
Warm currents stir and move
her many walls and parts.
She becomes part of the sea,
as a reef forms upon her shell.
Crabs scurry, fish dart to and fro,
Coral colours dance, glow, and grow.
She sits still, waiting for her
crew’s fate, to become the sea.
C & K 