The forest is near
a deepening of onyx
The moonlit shadows
a vision of the wild sea
The house lights are my lighthouse
Category: Poetry
Window View
a purple blooming
The sky beyond the window
a cobalt blue day
The cascading chandelier
Wisteria in my view
Winter Morning
Sunrise at seven
waking to a winter chill
feeling the cold sheets
a mellow morning coffee
Watching the colours lighten
Brown Aesthetics
drab brown aesthetics
puffy taffeta pink dress
a pencil and tape
loading the cassette player
dance to forget the cold war
Worms
Grandma gardening
with her curious grandchild
Into everything
They stumble upon a worm
“Do worms live in dirt wormholes?”
Grandma looks around
Her curious grandchild waits
poking at the worms
Grandma looks down sternly and
says, “They live in a Worm House.”
Monet Painting
caught by the summer
lost in a Monet painting
a honey-laced voice
propped up on a numb elbow
a delightful happenstance
A Savant
To be a savant
a cool ring to the title
To be so brilliant,
yet shit at mathematics
Why must it be poetry?
Grumpy Buttons
Intricate buttons
skirmish with the little loops
Haphazard dressing
Angry energy rising
Ripping and throwing buttons
Your Light
the light from within
slowly cloaked by the darkness
yet the light remains
droplets of coffee
mixing with a dark desire
to be at the top
the light flickers low
slowly, the candle burns low
darkness is coming
a broken pump heel
filth from the competition
in the next office
light re-emerging
candle finds a way to burn
you walk your own path
the weight of being tired
washing great oceans over me
moving within the waves
sinking into the depths
an unconscious state of calmness
the weight from my shoulders
C & K 