Poetry – Page 13

Forest Music

drums from the forest
Nature’s bass is low and deep
ancient vibrations
The humans from long ago
Their spirits fill the forest

the sun went on holiday
Birds sleep, dreaming about singing
you want to watch the reels

Monday will come too soon
cleaning and the bullshit can wait
I want to feel Vellichor

we come to an agreement
You stay put in your happy chair
coffee and books for me

Forgotten in Fog
Feeling the weight of your world
Floating towards sky

NOTES

A pre-Friday workday, car-sitting, fog-enshrouded haiku.

Some days I sit in my car and wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life, and then I realise I need to work.

The weight of it all lifts when I drown in the largest coffee I can find.

All is well until it is not. I keep placing one foot in front of the other.

there is no peace
for my racing mind
all I wish to read

peace is an idea
dangerous to most
anti-consumer

a precious peace
blessed to sit within
the soft stillness

peace follows me
my conscience
echoes of horror

A fool I have been
Lost in my head again

Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.

a Spring Barbeque
one squeeze of the sauce bottle
a gust of wind comes
the salad bowl overturns
the sauced-up sausage takes flight

No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala

lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance

smoke smell on the wind
Your mystical soul breaks free
feeling the old ways
the souls of the burning trees
a stirring of something old

Fighting the door to enter
The constricting bra becomes airborne
Hungry attention meows

Glaring at your significant other
flinging scarf, jumper, bag, and more
Tearing and tasting odd snacks

Crying about the work day
Your love says a word in a suspect way
Everyone is punching on