The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
as the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
as death is so close now.
Category: Poetry
To the Sea
moving through
the smoggy air
feeling weak
everyone stares
following the line
metal tins move
feeling tense
no one cares
missed the stop
she continues on
feeling wild
her mind flares
the sea arrives
she runs to her
feeling love
the sea cares
Fresh Beauty
fresh beauty;
not manufactured tar souled chic.
free to wander;
cellulite and potholes add charm.
flowing grace;
supple hips and sharp-witted lips.
Last Rose of Autumn
The sea calls to the wind,
the wind calls to the sun,
the sun calls to the moon,
the moon calls to Winter,
and
the land begins to darken.
The last rose of Autumn
begins to take flight.
Petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and Winter.
To Life
ambient light
from your love
brings my heart to life
Cliff Stories
The cliffs tell stories to the sea from the waterfalls, which cascade down in stages.
The sea finds the cliff’s stories amusing and interesting, for the cliffs are always so melodramatic and ironic.
Sometimes, though, a story touches the sea; She becomes wild and weird.
Distant Heart
distant heart
beating slow
moving further
growing colder
frozen still
Integrity
within you
they see
your integrity
steadfastly poised,
unwaveringly composed
Cuisine
devious thoughts
plotting a way
to obtain love
through cuisine
Memento
He watches her fall into the water; A bullet through her heart, and then nothing. No life resides inside her flesh now, only cold blues and greys.
He grabs her and pulls her close until her spirit leaves. Then, without any words spoken, he pockets her brooch as a memento of their love and leaves her alone.
C & K 