A fantasy,
a glimmer of wings and magic.
Did I dream, or was it a fantasy,
looking into the bathroom cupboard?
A fantasy,
a green fairy flutters before me.
Groggy,
waking up in the bathtub naked.
A fantasy:
no, it was absinthe and the cat.
Category: Poetry
Haiku: Bush Cutting
Cutting from the bush
Pot planted, fed and watered
Watching a life grow
Humidity Blues
Sitting naked,
boobs fall on sticky skin.
Sipping on tea,
butt cheeks feel warm.
Spa foot bath,
tingling all the way up.
Serenity music,
opium incense cloudy.
So tranquil,
feeling fat and flabby.
Haiku: Mother & Daughter
Mother and Daughter
Checking the bud everyday
Blooming bud rapture
Pomegranate and Plum
The heat of love,
a bud about to bloom.
Blooming before those eyes,
a beautiful flower in disguise.
Mistaken by a love,
there is no bud or flower.
Instead, flesh and blood;
pomegranate and plum.
Will the fruit be cut open,
or wait for the ripening?
All beautiful fruits need time,
rare fruits take time to ripen.
Cutting ripe fruit is delicate
until you see what is inside;
revealing madness and love.
Taste of Tomorrow
The festive season moves on;
another year and the end of another song.
The taste of tomorrow in a mug;
a cup of coffee, milk and sugar: your drug.
It has all been done before;
right now, you require something more.
To remain the same isn’t you;
you think of flowers blooming under the blue.
You step out of your comfort zone;
no one else can walk the path, only you alone.
To the sky, you look in wonder;
it’s clear today, yet inside you hear the thunder.
The new you walking without fear;
you are alive, and well enough, fate is near, and
now you can see that your path is clear.
Haiku: Fog & Sea
Alone in the fog
Encased within a dreamscape
The sea calls me home
Haiku: My Afternoon
my puffy ankles
stiff in the humidity
yet I keep sitting
The Sea of Light
Wavelets move towards the shore,
a cold southern sea on a hot day.
Burning sand with sparse shells,
no sea snails hidden from sight.
Walking on the littered wet sand,
ivory beige skin turning pink, red.
Dirty white sand, dirty white feet;
soon we look like sandy lobsters.
Whispering songs to the sea of light,
playing with our mind, the dark sea.
Tanka: Forest Dreaming
sweet forest dreaming
mythical marijuana
smelling something odd
nose twitching, ready to sneeze
waking to grass up your nose
C & K 