The trees whizz by us
as we travel along the
cold endless train tracks
We are passengers
on a journey within a
flying metal tin
The way we wonder
at the foreign scenery
yet, long to be home
Category: Travel
A River Cruise
A buzz from a bee;
the warmth of an early autumn day.
Lapping water;
the boat moves to the river’s tempo.
Sloped vineyards;
watching the way they line the mountain.
Wishing for frost;
a longing for iced wine, cheese, and you.
Inspiration: Pizzicato Tiled Daffodils
fast steps, slow steps
fast steps, slow steps
a turn and saffron whirl
sipping from a warm cup
terracotta streets of warmth
the scent of perfume, flowers
tomato, mozzarella, and shallots
atop warm kneaded baked bread
olive oil flowing down the streets
cloves of garlic, olives, and cheese
caught up in the warm high tide
flowing along on food and your love
A Nomadic Heart
A spade and a bucket,
togs and no worries.
Once I was so young,
close or far from the sea.
A travelling heart,
genetically programmed.
Longing for the journey,
dreaming of many lands.
A chance to take a journey,
you tell me you won’t come.
Hoping you would come,
knowing it feels right to go.
Travelling near and far,
many roads and white lines.
A haiku a day for life,
a haiku a day to feel your love.
Sounds of different lands,
the sounds connect memory.
We saw snow-covered peaks,
salty warm seas of aquamarine.
Rainforests with bitey beasts,
and deserts so hot, breathless.
A call from you is a gift,
hoping to see you again soon.
A way of saying you’ve had enough
of my hodophile heart.
Longing for a love we don’t share,
a love I could not see.
I said love is an eternal thing,
you said, ‘come home and be with me’.
I said, ‘I know, love, yet we are worth
the misunderstandings.
I said, ‘only if you promise to come with
me on a journey’.
You said, ‘I don’t understand you, yet…’
Sailing to You
To sail my ship on your churning waves,
feeling the turbulence of your will, the struggles.
Weathering the storms to enter your port,
sailing wildly into your heart to never sail again.
Midnight Highways
Quiet dimly lit highways;
country roads overlook cows, sheep, powerlines.
Over the hills, an ocean of blue;
cold seawater foaming, spraying the shore.
Quitting the house, taking a midnight journey
through our memories;
we drive along those roads free as two birds.
No thoughts of lockdown, or a killer virus;
just wishfully thinking that we could live forever.
North Star
A snow-covered forest full of silent trees,
listening to the sounds of unseen things.
A desire for quiet in the deafening silence,
as lockdown takes its toll on the mind, body.
A snow-covered forest on a clear night,
wandering alone in search of wolves, bears;
searching for yourself in the quiet night.
A sense of constrained longing for travel,
as dreams of places take your mind away.
A snow-covered forest with your wolves,
sleeping on the forest floor dreaming;
connecting with the forest and the spirits.
A sense of peace fills you with new energy,
as you reconnect with the seen and unseen.
A snow-covered forest with your soul-mate,
walking in the snow together without words;
looking at the North Star and the soft lights.
Vivid Alps
A memory,
climbing in cable cars.
Layers of mountains,
rising to the sky.
At the top, we arrived,
standing on the snow.
You felt sick too soon,
I wanted to stay awhile.
Goodbye to the sky and
snow descending below.
Longing to go back,
stay a while at the top;
Sit with you and watch the snow
falling on the Klein Matterhorn.
From the Window
I see a world far away
or somewhere near.
If I could describe
what I see, it would
describe what I
think of you: beauty.
You, with your neat sunlit soul;
You, with sad snow within your soul reflecting light and love.
From the window, I think of you.
Herd
Cowbells ring out
slow
on
green
hills for the herd.
Snow upon the
mountains
to feel crisp air.
Dream lake where
we sit
with
apple juice
and
cheese upon our plate.
C & K 