Almost part of the sky,
as the embrace of solace eases the sadness.
You will be sitting at home reading or playing a game,
yet you’re not now.
Now you’re just ash,
and I am now alone.
Alone
Category: death
The Pyre
The drums move,
one, two, one, two
as if she feels the vibrations.
A shroud for her soft bones,
yet they cannot feel her anymore.
Moorish grey clouds weep tears
as they step and move in time.
At the pyre, the drums beat loud
as they dance and sing for her.
For David
If my brother was alive, today David would celebrate his 53rd Birthday.
It doesn’t seem like 7 years since he died.
Pictures of the three of us
Pictures of the two of us
Pictures of you
The pictures of you linger
The pictures of you smiling
The pictures of you
Pictures of the three of us are all that remains
Pictures of the two of us are all that remains
Pictures of you are all that remains
on your birthday
Haiku: Brother
To find you standing
beside me, alive and well
speaking once again.
Happy Birthday, Brother!
David died in 2015 (not long after his 46th birthday), yet I still think about how my brother used to say my name. I miss him. He would be 53 today.
Haiku: To Forget
Walking to forget
the way skin felt like the sun.
Mornings without her.
Come Alone
Come to me,
leave everything you love alone.
Be with me;
give up your humanity for me.
Live with me;
love me more than you love them.
Come alone;
with one bite, I will free you from
humanity’s snare and guide you
into the shadows and the dark.
Haiku: Bond
A dark bond binds two
standing in the cold forest.
Death covers the ground.
I heard you say
Etched wooden chairs,
a French polished dining table,
ambient candle lights.
Beyond the dining room
your mind plays on your fears,
the shadows shift, move.
Petrified of the shadows,
a child too young to understand,
darkness frightened you.
Enlightened by knowledge,
you face the shadows fearlessly,
never taking a wrong step.
A touch along your neck,
terror has a name you remember,
you run out into the night.
A windless cold night,
movement within the front trees,
illogical ways of nature.
Those etched chairs,
your father died on one of those,
too long ago, father.
A whisper on the wind,
something I heard you say long ago,
“my darling daughter”.
Haiku: Revenge
I wanted revenge,
thoughts of death and destruction.
Withering away.
Sea Glass & Sandstone
Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.
An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.
Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.
C & K 