You baked the best bread,
imaginary fruit loaf
when we were so poor.
Willingly Lost
You swept
me away,
out to sea,
willingly lost.
Peach and Pineberry
Bare branches begin
to grow as the sunshine turns
Winter into Spring.
Rolling down the scented hills
of peach and pineberry.
Haiku: Revenge
I wanted revenge,
thoughts of death and destruction.
Withering away.
Haiku: Stargazing
Stargazing alone,
once your world becomes quiet,
you talk to the cows.
Sea Glass & Sandstone
Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.
An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.
Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.
Ashes and Angst
We were kind, and we were good,
for our lives were not very good when we were younger.
Rumours of wars and postulating,
for we were never calm enough to say there was no fear.
The old stories from long ago,
old tales recent enough now that we are older and wiser.
Buying a colourful apartment,
for we were going to begin our eternity linked in this place.
We loved for a few years here,
the prospect of a miracle on the horizon quite soon, you say.
The morning snow fell heavy,
for we now had the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day.
Entwined in a warm embrace,
for we could feel something terrible would soon arrive.
The ashes and angst to come;
we would not be part of the atrocities our country faced.
We lay together in this place,
for we never felt death touch us in our linked eternity.
Between Nightmares
Perspiration and a feeling of heat take hold within the stifling sheets.
Sleep comes slow, yet when it comes, events progress, and I’m standing in front of a light green house with gold-laced windows in a forest at the top of a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac.
Nothing makes sense, as a random stranger dances up with multiple women and says he’s been waiting for me to arrive.
Events progress, then I’m awake from one nightmare only to see something in the bathroom mirror. A heart can only miss so many beats as the sheets become a greenhouse.
Between the nightmares, your side of the bed is empty. You sit in another room playing a game at 2 am, while sleep is inevitable.
Morning Sunshine
Warmth in the morning,
opening crusty eyes.
Grumbling about dreams,
running for the toilet,
a fart escapes on the journey.
A giggle from the bed,
“You’re disgusting!”
followed by more giggling.
Sunshine through a blind,
sitting on the toilet,
chatting to your partner.
Haiku: Understudy
Your understudy
within Shakespeare’s dark world;
becoming Titus.
C & K 