From the depths of depression and anxiety,
after the harrowing lockdowns and death,
you breakthrough your mind to be.
From the black nothingness
you see the light and walk
with a renewed sense of
kindness and love.
Breakthrough
Category: Poetry
The Wolf & The Blood Fire
My companion;
We have walked together for so long.
My confidante;
We know all of those secrets hidden.
My consort;
We agreed to walk this path together.
My love;
You are The Wolf and I The Blood Fire.
My heart;
The raging fire was tamed by the kind one.
Red Boat
From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers defiantly.
Out there, you will be
painting the horizon
with your thoughts.
Here, with me, you’ll
spin poems and tales
showing me what you
want and love to see.
From the shore
a solitary boat
lingers no more.
Your red boat was lost
to the sea, your stories
were taken from me,
and your love lost at sea.
Apparition
Thoughts of the virgin
my stoic apparition
beckoning me home
Anew
Frost-worn longings echo
the trauma that manifested
within to take over my being.
A renaissance within for words
bled colours, for I am a tree
at the point of rebirth.
Awakened and anew, the colours
appear sharper, and the moon tells a story;
I have not heard one for so long.
Mosaic Montage
A montage of mosaic gemstones,
your artistic licence in overdrive.
A pastiche and a dreamer of the sea,
you’re artistically afraid to be original.
State of Uncertainty
Reduced to a shape
A body for the gaze
Feeling naked when clothed,
Feeling clothed when naked
In a society saturated with capitalism
you feel the weight of your monetary worth
You walk through the world
in a state of uncertainty
Reduced to a shape by [ ]
you refuse to let them win
Vortex
A discovery.
Before you, a wind raging vortex storm.
You enter without fear
searching for answers.
No discovery.
You keep walking for many, many moons.
You discover
the journey is the answer.
Wish of Hope
A solitary weed
amongst flowers.
You crave the love bestowed upon the flowers,
yet a weed does not hold a place of love in this garden.
You let parts of yourself go;
a wish of hope on the wind.
Blossoming Darkness
To remember the trees;
green, tall kind ones.
A land of promise and beauty;
we lived in warmth & peace.
To remember the day
they called us heathens.
Our land, now flowing with blood,
as bodies suffocated the trees.
To remember the trees change;
dying as bodies putrefied, rotted.
Our land without living trees,
until the blossoming darkness.
C & K 