Poetry | Stories | Photography
Not everyone will understand your heart;
this will be your lesson and later a strength.
Don’t lose your heart to the goldfish mob.
Take your heart and guard it against the dark
as you embrace light through natural life.
Be yourself always, one day at a time.
The morning star lights the way
as the ships sail home to shore.
Nautical fears that hurt your heart;
now flee with the thoughts of home.
Yet the sea calls over to you again
as you succumb to the soft waves.
Sinking into salty the depths
to glimpse a Mermaid’s tail.
So much colour
in the way
the sky
and
the sea collide.
Colours bleeding
together
in harmony
and
understanding.
So much chaos
in the colour
as no
canvas
is simple.
Ruined by the way he smells,
it’s been almost twenty-two years.
Still, I am ruined by his smell;
a soul forever close to my own.
Rain and hail batter the roof,
wild winds whip the valley to and fro
as thunderous heavens release.
Grey skies dry their sorrowful eyes,
clouds feel empty and light,
and the sun peeks out to shine bright,
releasing sunshine after the storm.
Moving into the night,
looking to the light of the moon.
Many colours the sky,
luminous copper pink seawater.
Missing your warmth,
listening to the waves we loved.
Magical sea like stars,
lights connect our sea and sky.
Flickering sea colours
Soft phosphorescent flickering, sea colours rise into the night.
Illuminous coral colours
Heavy, subdued, luminous waves of sea colours wash across the city.
Melting sea colours
Light meets dark between the city and the night.
Standing under the sky
with you by my side.
The stars dance for us;
everything’s in motion.
Someone will promise
you everything desired.
I promise you nothing
in this moment in time.
We know not when the
hour will strike us down,
so I stand beside you.
The fading brilliance
of your brief sunlit kisses,
bright scars in the sun.
You keep looking at me,
yet you cannot see it all.
There are holes in my heart and
voices of my ghosts in my head.
Feelings today may swish and
sway as feelings change often.
All I have is my love for you
and
my many poetic confessions
received
like falling snow.
C & K 