A sinful touch.
Stroking the surface,
melting the outsides.
Running off and
dripping on the ground;
Salted caramel balls
with dark chocolate.
Category: Poetry
Haiku: Cakey
Cereal be gone!
Honey no longer needed,
cakey for breakfast.
Haiku: Cake Craving
wanting cake right now
sucking dough off the beater
finding a small tin
Empty Rooms
A menacing space.
Too empty and too full,
the space creates uneasiness
and awareness of the self.
Too empty to sit, too full to stand.
The conflict within a series of empty rooms
brings many fears that haunt the voyeurs to the fore
once they pass from the gallery.
Haiku: Nomadic
A lengthy train trip
Rolling through the countryside
Belonging nowhere
Haiku: Strawberry Sunshine
Blooming sweet nectar
Summertime garden party
Strawberry Sunshine
Being Different
A suppressed longing,
sitting quiet and numb.
The clock strikes eight,
prodding and poking.
Emotions feel fluid,
a free-flowing river.
Jumbled emotions;
medical instruments
seem to be colder.
Every hole examined,
nothing remains empty,
anoetic consciousness.
Unknowing becomes
knowing, as you move
into thought and action.
Stripped naked and bare,
as white-coated figures
take what you love away.
No choices remain,
being different is a sin,
you’d rather be dead.
Haiku: Memories
Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories
Very Short Story: Rain
Some prayed for rain; others danced, many gave up hope as the dams dried up.
An old man sat looking at them, shook his head, and thought of all those times he scolded the rain.
What he’d give for drop now, yet then he hated how the rain always ruined his plans.
Morning Joy
manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
C & K 