Poetry – Page 93

Haiku: The Kick

Disturbed by a kick,
wearing thongs, you take one off;
chasing after X.

a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass

Falling from heaven,
cast out to live on the Earth
from the garden home.
A quizzical nihilist,
a career in law may do.

They kick an old tree,
then they stab the outer-bark;
sap tears start flowing.

By the seaside, we stay
living our lives away.

We oft say “come what may“,
as we live for today.

Til the end of the play,
we’ll live only our way.

Sun intensifying,
a banana chair in view,
work time almost finished,
the day slowly turns into night.

You whisper, “Here you go, my dear…“.

I look back and say, “Thank you, my love, for the beer…“.

We sit in the concreted shade
until the last of the daylight fades.

Reaching for your hand,
you are so far from me,
trying to touch you in vain.

You reached the bottom,
no lower down to go,
nothing left for you to lose.

Reaching for your hand,
you seem closer now,
touching your warm hand.

Pure Green Tea power
Think of matcha gelato
sitting by the sea

You strip the house of everything that reminds you of your love.

No fixtures and fittings remain, the paint’s stripped away, and what was once a home is now a shell of a house.

Instead of choosing to hold your dead soulmate’s memory close, you destroy everything, including yourself.

We met on a frozen shore.

Now,

we don’t see the sea anymore.