Lonely, a solitary figure steps through the park full of songs and poetry.
There’s no money made from being soft and creative, yet he hopes for love.
Penniless, he walks from window to window, attempting to serenade someone.
He walks home, wondering why he was made this way.
Haiku: Our Home
A place of our own
where we can be together.
Our haven, our home.
Haiku: Casual Exchange
casual exchange
under the old red gum tree
the memory fades
Kisses and Curses
In my bed dreaming,
dreaming about someone else,
a fictional someone else.
You sleep deeply and still.
Am I wrong to dream of another?
Another life, another lover.
In my bed awake,
awake thinking about kisses and curses,
wanting to touch you now.
Your Notes
You invited me to take a voyage on the notes you love.
We journeyed together, listening to the way songs changed over time; we embraced our favourites and kept an open mind.
Now, I remember you by a series of your favourite songs, which I sometimes play alone.
Haiku: This Land
Echoes of this land
blood, bone and broken dreaming
A song we know plays
Sinful Touch
A sinful touch.
Stroking the surface,
melting the outsides.
Running off and
dripping on the ground;
Salted caramel balls
with dark chocolate.
Haiku: Cakey
Cereal be gone!
Honey no longer needed,
cakey for breakfast.
Haiku: Cake Craving
wanting cake right now
sucking dough off the beater
finding a small tin
Empty Rooms
A menacing space.
Too empty and too full,
the space creates uneasiness
and awareness of the self.
Too empty to sit, too full to stand.
The conflict within a series of empty rooms
brings many fears that haunt the voyeurs to the fore
once they pass from the gallery.
C & K 