the susurrus sea
revealing the horizon
whispering stories
Before
Within us.
The people of that day said,
“It’s a Primordial urge that will not cease“.
We fled.
Who we were and what we knew was gone
as they round up the masses.
Whispers.
The wind whispers of what we once were
before the madness took hold.
Alfie & Mum
Pots and pans go flying as Mum chases after Alfie again.
Bloody hell, they’re always getting into it, and now she’s red because he stole some apple pie.
I want to be alone to read, but she continues to chase him, yelling, “I’ll slash yer arse if I catch you!”
Sigh.
Wooden Miniatures
Within this structure,
he tinkers with tools and gadgets
away from the world.
Unbeknownst to his sweet wife,
he conjures magic in
the shed that was built for him.
He places wooden miniatures
around the house,
so they come to life at night.
A Brush
a shape in the dark
the brush of fur against skin
incessant pawing
Confrontation = Kettle
Afraid of the kitchen
Noises coming from the cupboards
a scrape of some sort
So sick of this hell
Confrontation is the only solution,
the saucepans fly
Hell’s Symphony plays a wild tune
falling to the floor
Only the kettle will save you today
Becoming Books
Her heart became mine
beautiful even in death
taking what is hers
Her peach-perfect skin
shedding her skin for my books
an eternal touch
Her soul in the words
a difficulty reading
her curse for my love
2 Furball Haikus
a furball, small meow
rolling in kitty litter
sleeping mid meow
the smallest furball
looking towards the sunlight
I found my best friend
Snow in Australia
the deep Winter day
hanging frost from the window
a single snowflake
falls where we never see snow
a picture of snow falling
Lost Rain
rain is now a dream
the speaker plays a rain tune
imagined feeling
C & K 