Poetry | Stories | Photography
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
pipeline dream of translucence
pursuing life and loving living
pleasing streams of ice blue
pleasure in riding a high tide
the fire of Earth burns red bright to its core
free of hate with a heart of light, she soars
a heart full of hope and a mind sparked by an inner fire
she sets a course for success and love from her wildfire
lapping water at the edge under a green swept tree
little boat comes to the shore to rest and just to be
a placid spot to sit and watch the world go by us today
a peaceful day with ghosts to play in nature’s serene bay
her heart beats wildly for you,
yet you do not appreciate her treasure
she wanders through landscapes of grey and hurt all day,
yet she always comes back to you
even when her heart beats from red to blue,
she will always love you
remember to cherish her love
C & K 