A clash of style,
decorating individually,
the house looks confused.
A Mini Love Song
My love for you is brave,
for I’ve loved you for so long.
I’ve loved you for so long,
I’ve loved you for so long.
My love for you will save
all your troubles with a song.
In Pieces
Thinking about her bird’s nest gone wrong,
blowing in the breeze.
Thinking about how she loved that one
dress I hated; the vex dress.
Thinking of her and how sad she was
when the washing machine chewed up
the dress.
Then finding out I did it.
She left me alone in pieces.
I, You
Where the blue meets the grey,
between those rain cloud colours,
that is where I will meet you.
A Green Smell
You roll in the grass; too much Spring.
Spatula dancing in the kitchen to a musical sugar high.
Living inside became your thang; love the life of a hip hermit.
A green smell from next door, vibing in an imaginary taxi, rich and dramatic.
You wake up flat in the backyard.
Lullaby
The world will be well
Lay down your head and listen
to the lullaby
There is no ending today
and no beginning tomorrow
Sleep will soon take you
Dreams of dragons and magic
Sweet dreaming, dear one
There is magic in today
Wonder in tomorrow
Sea Inspiration
Sitting on the sand,
soaking up the sea;
Salty inspiration.
A Shiver
A sun-kissed day.
A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.
The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.
A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.
The Wooden Place
Hidden from judgemental eyes,
sitting within the wooden place.
Rigid and scared about what is to come,
you hear a soothing voice ask you about
the nature of your day and your dreams.
Hearing nothing from beyond,
only you sit within this place.
The scent of roses is strong,
visions of scent move before your eyes,
and
the different lights modulate and pulse.
The scent calms your fears;
love and kindness replace dark thoughts
of original sin and destruction.
You relax and fall away,
gone from the wooden place of torture and
out into the wild world.
Lost in the Afternoon
I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
C & K 