Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays on my heart,
and her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
Category: Poetry
The Silver Spoon
An antiquarian silver spoon,
hidden in an old treasure shop.
A desire to caress the spoon,
to touch and feel the silver.
The spoon feels alive in her hand
as if she once touched the spoon.
An image of herself so unfamiliar,
laying down on an unknown sofa.
A dress of white adorned with
many light roses moving down.
A noise from behind awakens her,
as the book slips from her chest.
The spoon above her,
a flash of colour,
then cold nothingness.
Seeing herself dead,
looking at his face.
The man she already knows,
blood dripping from the spoon;
her fiance holds the knife.
The View
Condensation moves
My view of the world
Distant trees stand
Distorted by condensation
Wild wind whistling
Rain lashes the outside
Near and far from me
Whistling outside prison
Ceiling light reflection
Raindrops dance in my light
Outside, night creeps slowly
My view reflects only me
Condensation sets in
Rain running down, down
Outside is a dreamland
Rain, wind and whispers
My warm prison is artificial
My view, clear in my reflection
Free with no Freedom
we live in a nation-state
so many labels stuck to us
we move through the streets, stuck
there is freedom, yet we are bound
weighed down by thoughts and beliefs
so we aren’t free within freedom from and to
we live in self-constraint
The Lakeshore
a solitary figure stands on the lakeshore
lost in deep contemplation
the many shadows take her thoughts
feeling subtle vibrations
so many hidden details in the landscape
revealing differences within
the sound of birds singing their song
looking into her reflection
Paper Dreams
Spinning tales in the darkness
as you sleep and dream loudly.
I blamed you for taking my dreams,
as you look at me hurting so much.
You said I took your dreams from you,
for meeting me changed you so much.
In paper dreams, you and I are one;
looking for the light, we cannot see.
Falling Fruit
You fly into the blue
Another journey to somewhere
while I remain nowhere
As you fly into the blue
An engine gives a cough
The cargo bounces about
You text me of love
A strange message from you
I text back words of love
They say the plane crashed slow
Hundreds of lives frozen in terror
My heart broke into love shards
You died in that crash
Going into the green
As it rained, falling fruit
Painting by Mercedes Granel, “Falling Fruit.”
Flower ripples
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine is brighter than the light
Haiku: Hanging D Vibes
Goose flesh from the strings
The notes gather momentum
Motion on the sea
Our refuge
Warmth from the fire
We sit in woollen slippers
Watching the day fall away
Baked bread, butter and honey
Biscuits with cup and saucer tea
Baking ourselves in warmth all-day
C & K 