You were born with a silver spoon,
there was never any need to wonder at the moon,
excessive living, the light leaves your cold eyes much too soon.
Category: Poetry
Haiku: Call
A silent yearning
you call to me from beyond
flying containers
Haiku: Close
Too close not to touch.
Arm in arm standing in the
cherry blossom wind.
Whirlwind
You were a whirlwind
of hair, scent and sorrow;
I cannot forget you.
Very Short Story: Naked
The full sunlight on a late Summer’s day warms the house.
There is a feeling of change, for the sun is setting earlier, and a cool breeze touches the lounge.
Chloe feels the breeze move along her naked skin as she relaxes on a Saturday afternoon with a coffee and a book.
Haiku: The Kick
Disturbed by a kick,
wearing thongs, you take one off;
chasing after X.
Haiku: Watching the Sparrows
a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass
Tanka: Angel
Falling from heaven,
cast out to live on the Earth
from the garden home.
A quizzical nihilist,
a career in law may do.
Haiku: The Old Tree
They kick an old tree,
then they stab the outer-bark;
sap tears start flowing.
Seaside
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.
C & K 