within the layers
unwrapping the cabbages
sea salt sparkling leaves
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 |
Miffed Nature
a warm sunny day
blowing a gale on and off
The flowers looked stunned
tree leaves become ruffled beards
feeling the miffed undertone
Low Tide
Carrying a spade and a bucket,
towards the clear, shallow pool.
A baby crab kicks up some sand,
and a fish, startled, tries to flee.
Her small hands are not unkind,
for she does not wish them harm.
Running around the crystal pool,
squealing and waving her spade.
Raincoat
An atmospheric shift.
Darkening clouds seem closer,
and that rain feeling.
Wrapped in a Raincoat.
Road smells and Petrichor perfume;
slowing down to listen.
Road puddles do form,
the child inside comes back to life;
free from adult cares.
Magical Book Nook
Fairies and a forest live on the
walls of the reading book nook,
where imagination takes over.
She sits unencumbered by the
constraints of religion and ideas,
for the ancient ones know her.
Sitting surrounded by stories,
the nook comes alive in the rain,
and the painted forest is alive.
The Log
The warm embers of what was,
a smouldering log glows.
All around the log of you,
there lies the darkened ash.
You, continuing to burn,
the ash of what has been.
The Fireflies do support you,
dancing around your glow.
The log of you splits apart,
igniting your life fire.
Fires
within the wildfires
Their hopes and dreams turned to ash
The Banksia sings
Gen X
Those days of darkness and
fingering the telephone circles.
It never occurred to us that we
would need a portable phone.
What a clash of generations,
we X’s remembering old times.
Someone said we are the bridge,
remembering the absence of AI.
We remember, so we must all die.
The Associate
Bored to frowning at the desk,
another client on call and grumbling.
Driving to work with music,
a different side to this morose frump.
The office Teams message bell,
directing all staff to go and eat cake.
The Associate walks in,
we all know that you will become like us.
Neon Lights
The neon lights of the city,
1 am feels like 8 pm.
Moving and flashing adverts,
constant stimulation.
Another coffee in the city,
time is meaningless.
Sleeping when possible,
working long hours.
Dancing to sound bites,
constantly wired.
C & K 