a thing of beauty
sitting in the grey watching
the day drift away
4 Haikus: Between Spring and Summer
A breath of autumn.
Summer, Springtime, and Autumn;
Seasons in one day.
Gooseflesh on my skin
Beside my open window
Autumn in Summer
Pen to my paper
Writing words on many trees
Nature closing in
Perfume from outside
No flowers blooming in sight
A whiff of nature
Ghostly Glimmer
Cold untilled soil,
an overgrown garden full of weeds,
blooming roses,
an atmosphere heavy and mournful.
An empty house
unlived in for many, many moons.
Decaying walls;
unloved, dusty and abandoned.
Eerie sounds
once sound of laughter, happiness.
Dark shadows,
lurking horrors and unsolved truths.
A vacant owner,
unwilling to return to the family home.
She lingers alone;
he hides alone so far from their home.
Through a prison window,
light falls on a room with dead roses.
Her favourite vase untouched,
roses she loved sit cobwebbed, dead.
A ghostly glimmer;
faceless, loveless, she stands alone.
Unbroken connection,
she cannot leave the place she loves.
Unsolved truths,
bound to this house by his untruths.
Unable to move on,
chained to this lonely torment waiting.
A coward disguised,
his fear of her spectre haunts his nights.
Provocative heart,
her resolve to linger touches his days.
She waits for him,
lingering within what was the family home.
She waits for him
to bring the son she loves so much home.
Haiku: Remember that place
Remember that place?
A faded wish we made long
ago in the fog.
Very Short Story: Coming Home
We travelled for so long to find my home. For years you travelled with me this way.
Now, looking from up here, the way is steep, and I am scared.
We are so close. Please help me make it to my home, then say the words I’ve longed to hear: You already know the answer.
Fall
If I fall as the leaves fall in autumn,
come find me and tell me about your day.
If I fall like the disintegrating glaciers,
come find me and tell me it will be okay.
If you fall when you can’t take no more,
I’ll always come find you and save your day.
Haiku: Cold Winds
calm relaxation,
cold winds whisper through the house,
clouds of grey gather.
Lucky Clover
A fine suit of wool,
and
soft shoes for dancing.
A carnation in your pocket,
and
A green clover down your boxers.
A lopsided smile,
and
An odd loving heart.
A sensual touch,
and
A promise of more.
A giggle and a look,
the lucky green clover.
Haiku: Final Project
The final project.
Gathering all the dead leaves,
watch them on the wind.
I am Fine
When the walls close in, I am fine.
When the life I wanted passes me by, I am fine.
When the days burn long, and I wish for cold weather, I am fine.
When I don’t get to see my loved ones for years, I am fine.
When I look back at what could have been, I am fine.
When you say you don’t care about family as I care about family, I am fine.
When I see my life moving along and not always improving, I am fine.
When we fight over petty shit, and I think back to 20 years ago, I am fine.
When I lie to myself about it all, I am not fine.
When I acknowledge the lies and leave all my regrets behind, now I am fine.
C & K 