A forest dream
under the full moon.
The wolves run wild,
an owl hoots,
the trees whisper words
you cannot understand.
A silvery moon
hides behind the clouds.
The shiver up your spine,
flesh touches flesh,
a warm breath of darkness
as you wake up.
Category: Poetry
Nothing
I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.
O’er
O’er the mountain and into the sea,
we will meet again just you wait and see.
O’er the hills and down into the lake,
we will meet again and memories we’ll make.
O’er my heart and into your love,
I’ll see you again, my sweet dove.
Haiku: Office Dream
Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office
Haiku: Pride
A feeling of pride,
admiring your collection;
the dead butterflies.
For Emma
Today would be Emma’s 16th Birthday.
When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.
Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else.
Emma will always be a part of our lives.
I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.
A paw on the glass
The key turns, open the lock
A pouncing welcome
Happy Chinese New Year!
A pounce then a paw,
the lucky tiger caught me
with a wild fur paw.
Contemplating my escape,
a Bah from the Sheep won’t do.
Haiku: Grey Day
a thing of beauty
sitting in the grey watching
the day drift away
4 Haikus: Between Spring and Summer
A breath of autumn.
Summer, Springtime, and Autumn;
Seasons in one day.
Gooseflesh on my skin
Beside my open window
Autumn in Summer
Pen to my paper
Writing words on many trees
Nature closing in
Perfume from outside
No flowers blooming in sight
A whiff of nature
Ghostly Glimmer
Cold untilled soil,
an overgrown garden full of weeds,
blooming roses,
an atmosphere heavy and mournful.
An empty house
unlived in for many, many moons.
Decaying walls;
unloved, dusty and abandoned.
Eerie sounds
once sound of laughter, happiness.
Dark shadows,
lurking horrors and unsolved truths.
A vacant owner,
unwilling to return to the family home.
She lingers alone;
he hides alone so far from their home.
Through a prison window,
light falls on a room with dead roses.
Her favourite vase untouched,
roses she loved sit cobwebbed, dead.
A ghostly glimmer;
faceless, loveless, she stands alone.
Unbroken connection,
she cannot leave the place she loves.
Unsolved truths,
bound to this house by his untruths.
Unable to move on,
chained to this lonely torment waiting.
A coward disguised,
his fear of her spectre haunts his nights.
Provocative heart,
her resolve to linger touches his days.
She waits for him,
lingering within what was the family home.
She waits for him
to bring the son she loves so much home.
C & K 