On an overcast night,
while the stars hid their light,
there was a manger.
No gifts from the wise,
although a miracle did arrive
in the old tin manger.
They stood by her side
as the light of the world arrived
in that tatty old manger.
Category: Poetry
Loss of Love
Grief came in the form of an apoplectic outburst.
The trees ceased to whisper, the animals hid from sight, and the clouds dared not share their secrets.
This drowning grieving anger, tearing the self asunder and hurting the only one in the mirror.
Damaging the covering, digging nails into soft skin and finally succumbing to the loss of love.
Someone, Myself
a longing to be
someone
not meant to be
no one
struggling
against my will
suffering
for who I am
softly
letting “meant” go
not meant to be
suffering
a longing to be
myself
The Nymph
A Nymph on the shore; the waves move in, calling to you softly.
The words are odd, and the expression is plain.
Something from beyond whispers, please listen to the sea, so you listen to the sea for a time.
You hear sounds under the waves.
With the Nymph’s heart so close to the palace of shells, you realise this is your watery home.
Haiku: Longing for Fall
A mixed-up season
grey rain, and then scorching heat
Yet I long for Fall
A Swiss Dream
A journey filled with wonder and woe,
a dragon in a tower filled with gems and gold,
A reward for the ones who live to tell.
Alpine hills and glacial flowing rivers of blue,
cowbell cows and the odd grumpy Elf,
Someone baking bread and churning butter.
A journey to find the lock without an answer,
moving on through living romanticism,
Too much cheese and apple juice as we roll.
My Living Ghost
Between scents of wood
you come to me as a living ghost
speaking to me, yet close
to the unconsciousness
of death and all that they desire
for the quota must be met
I dream of you tonight
caught within the ghostly fireflies
lighting the fiery darkness
Bitter Heart
A bitter heart
Too long on the land, too long without love
Bleeding hills
Rain swept longing and the sound of the wind
Too far away
The sea is too far away to transform his heart
Old and ruined
No children to see, no grandchildren to love
He withers
until the sea comes to him
Haiku: Untitled
a newfound warmth
my pieces tumble away
a chapter closing
Violet Worry
violet bruises
“no cause for concern”, you say to the summer day
people worry
correction: friends and family worry about this you
incorrection
no guilty boyfriend or jilted lover created the violet
truthfully
it was you, wildly spinning into inanimate objects
while tripping out to Oscillate Wildly on repeat
C & K 