We dance,
move and
weave
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
of light.
A Daughter
My ovaries laugh when he says kind things, yet they won’t get the chance to see you come into the world. You will be born of other parents, and I will remain barren and alone, or is it just the hormones telling me lies?
I have struggled with the choices I made for a few good reasons.
I struggle without my imaginary daughter; then I wonder if she came into the world, it would never be as I imagined.
There’s too much horror for broken people like me, so we:
mature later,
laugh hard, and
hurt more
for so many long-winded reasons.
I see the socially acceptable normal ones, the ones who have it all. I see them, and then I look deeper.
Cracks lay across the picture. Black ink seems to smear parts of the image. Underneath, there are pieces of them hurting, hating, hiding, hitting, kicking and screaming, dying, crying and lying.
I see no normal ones. Instead, I see many filters blocking out reality. I see myself in the mirror, and I know that life is about fate and destiny, yet life is also about strength and courage. Life is about love, but not this anger that’s consumed me for too long.
Sitting and feeling sadness boil into anger and resentment, I write it all out. Perhaps I will never have my daughter is a given now, yet perhaps so many others will not too.
Petal Rain
the clouds burst petals
floating and falling on us
soft raining roses
Very Short Story: Office Dreams
You sit at your desk. A coffee fragrance clutters the air; clicking keyboards fade away.
You’re with a king having beautiful babies or sitting quietly in a grand garden contemplating the fate of worlds.
Your Reverie gives your eyes a dreamlike quality as you fade away.
Still City
uninhabited
city without a purpose
sitting sadly still
Dragon Scales
Wise wings against the moonlight.
Movement over the land,
starlight illuminates hidden places,
and her dragon scales do bend,
as she moves within forest shadows.
Very Short Story: Sakura
Sakura Chiyo is 5.
Sakura’s pigtails bob and jiggle as she points a toe here, does a twirl there, or moves gracefully.
There’s nothing between heaven and earth to stop a bright heart full of light.
Then her ballet feet dance. A lithe, she captivates the nature spirits with her soul.
Learner
Unimpressed by automobiles,
they say persistence is key.
Mum teaches her in a Datsun,
screaming and jumping about;
the joys of learning to drive.
Mother’s Day
Many pictures of mothers and children,
as their love for each other glows.
You’re in the North, and I’m in the South,
yet there’s this unbreakable bond.
Still, I wish to see you sipping tea again.
Very Short Story: Little One
She spends her time picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on best past beverages, and nipping in and out of the supermarket bins.
A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games; she is alone, yet when the moon is full and shines upon her face, then the stars gather to tell her of the better days ahead.
C & K 