A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.
Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.
I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.
River Art
Reflection
Nature’s reflection holds me
in her fragile gaze.
I reflect the bare branches
of curly messy hair.
Moon Gazing
you look to the moon,
the moon looks to you,
in reflections of beauty
A Sea Memory
Siblings and cousins
Games an inflatable Tyre
Falling back; time stopped inside the sea
A hand pulls me from the depths
My brother saved me
Little Walk
The warmth of the night, the insect sounds, and the thought of getting nibbled to death by mozzies causes tumultuous thoughts to stir as the stroll becomes a serious walking affair.
Sick of the still and quiet home, a walk seemed like a good idea. Now it’s time to go home.
The Pyre
The drums move,
one, two, one, two
as if she feels the vibrations.
A shroud for her soft bones,
yet they cannot feel her anymore.
Moorish grey clouds weep tears
as they step and move in time.
At the pyre, the drums beat loud
as they dance and sing for her.
Conversing with the Sea
Wavelets move.
I’m home now, she tells the sea.
A wavelet splashes her feet.
Is that your answer, she whispers.
The wavelet doesn’t touch her feet.
Looking to the lunar sky as light touches the sea surface, she asks the sea if it’s the moon.
A wavelet touches her feet.
Beauty Standards
the weight of time upon young skin
how gravity ages us
she thinks about youth and beauty
it’s all she knows
then time passes her by in years
she’s old now
youth went too fast
alone
You
Through misty rain,
in the grey light of day,
I see you clearly.
A Spring Day
cherry scents from bright red lips
fill
his coffee head with sweet thoughts.
cold winds calmly move about,
as
spring decides it’s time to let go.
coral dresses leave his heart lost
and
ready for whatever the day holds.
chocolate leg whiffs taste so good,
as
he takes this spring breath of the day.
C & K 