Poetry | Stories | Photography
Staring at the sky
Your heart feeds your mind an impassioned reel of memories
Seeing the colours
You are impatient to take the
perfect picture for the likes
Sorrowful clicking
You aspire to take an impossible
image of your complex feelings
You look to the moon,
The moon looks to you,
In reflections of beauty
Moon rays
move from
brittle light,
so bright,
to teal,
to black.
Illuminating the
clear night,
so bright,
full of light,
tonight.
Frolicking in the forest,
for today is all we have to live.
Deep nature chanting,
spirits of the trees fall as leaves.
An owl hoots laughter,
the ladies choose no offences.
Feelings of the forest,
they leave, and all that remains
are our unkempt buns.
The sky is above,
and the sea is below.
Between the two sits a lighthouse, or is it just a pier?
Colours swirl, yet all is quiet at the lighthouse.
If you exist, I will come
and whisper about worlds not yet created.
We will laugh
and
cry with the sea.
I stand alone as
Clouds move across the shy sky
thinking of the way
The forest is like your soul
when the snow falls on me slowly
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea.
I longing to be close to you again.
After the joyous Spring
comes the ferocious Summer.
All fire and burning forests.
Yet Autumn will come for us,
and then the Winter.
All quiet, reflective and dark.
The weight of hypocrisy
weighing down my shoulders,
until I can no longer stand up,
nor cry for the suffering
I see
I hear
I dare not look away from this,
I will not turn the news off
There is humanity and kindness
within my thoughts
and in my
quiet rebellion against fascism
Lost in the echoes
of barren land without snow
Wishing to see you
C & K 