Poetry | Stories | Photography
Deep in thought,
browsing catalogues,
seeking out inspiration,
overthinking every detail.
His true love,
intelligent and fiery,
sexy as hell and stubborn,
yet a red stone will not do.
Lost in thought,
thinking about her eyes,
Blue amber and green amethyst,
a perfect combination.
A man of the people.
Democratically elected,
and standing before the world spouting
mendacious propaganda.
trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us
Scratching at the front door,
the cold wind moves from a whisper to a wail.
Soft slippers sit side by side,
a desire to slip into my slippers and walk downstairs.
Sorrowfully waiting for the scratching to end,
you tempt me to return to you.
Contorting herself
A blithe disregard for trees
Samurai movements
An old feeling,
scented potpourri bags buried in drawer corners.
Fragrant papered lilac and lemon linen cupboards,
a new feeling.
The house breathes the many
scents of the old and the new.
Overcome by Anthomania,
Springtime vibes on the warming breeze.
Early buds will soon bloom,
Wintertime comes to the Southern lands.
Pot planted flowers
grumpy at their owner’s taste
in music, singing
Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.
Do not turn away,
see the death and destruction,
Sunflowers will bloom.
C & K 