All the words we never said
the many promises we couldn’t keep
All the hate and anguish
the desire for games and control
Now, between your broken breaths
you attempt to put the wrongs right
All the life you had left your shell
you lay in a bed that is not your own lifeless
With “I love you” on your blue lips
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 |
Parure
Only whispers from the corner
walking towards the parure
of rubies and diamonds
the whispers become louder
Images of violence and blood
bullet holes and white lace
within an unknown forest
the images become clearer
Someone mentioned royalty
what Russia once was
until the Bolshevik uprising
someone stares at me oddly
Beautiful Ghost
An ethereal
whisper of a welcomed ghost
haunt me in life, death
Kitten
A kitten with a paw
dancing down the old hall
running into a door
A kitten with those eyes
naughty beast in disguise
a claw for my goodbyes
My kitten has so much fun
chasing what I never spun
a shadow in the soft sun
My kitten must go explore
moving red dot near the door
always wanting me some more
The Old Tree
There was nothing bad
it was quiet and simple
death by the old tree
Paw Prints
Footprints in the snow
Followed by a tail and two
paw prints in the snow
we arrive side by side soft
at the forest cathedral
Without a Sound
you lost your lover
a silence hangs in the air
a tear rolling down
you grieve true sorrow alone
tears falling without a sound
The Cherry Blossoms
And if this is my last Spring,
I will share my Spring with you.
We may talk about the old and the new;
silences will not be unknown to us.
And if the cherry blossoms bloom,
we may watch the way they move.
We may lose ourselves to our love,
thinking back to when we were young.
And if we forget that we are older,
I will dance with you upon the petals.
Sun Shower
Returning to a short sleep,
I served for another year.
My sister awakens warmth,
I am not without a heart.
She knows I often take time,
so slow to let the North go.
Before sleep, we often talk,
I do get carried away.
My sister knows it is time,
before sleep, a naughty smile.
She and I are creative,
we produce a sun shower.
Returning to dreams and sleep,
see you soon, my sister Spring.
Saturday Morning Haiku
Saturday morning
Autumn leaves and a puddle
Coffee and the tree
C & K 