C & K

Haiku: The Season

Fallen leaves gathered
We decorate our clothing
Wearing the season

Tim’s friends describe him as a quiet introvert. They love his kind presence.

The news ran a story about the rise of an oppressive cult leader.

One friend swore it was Tim, and others weren’t sure; however, all agreed Tim would never do what that maniac did to those people.

A slice of your love
served on German porcelain
eaten like the French

I bid you Adieu
See you when the sunset ends
Speaking to the stars

A Forest Spirit
Softly moving through the snow
No words left to say

Home from a long day and hungry,
looking in the fridge for inspiration.

Sitting down to take off the shoes,
floating away in tired mind clouds.

Inspiration takes hold, then “Fark!”

A single tear rolls down your face,
cursing your poor smashed toes.

Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit

I feel the winds of the cold sea.
They blow through me, and I feel free.

I feel the waves crash over me.
They move me down, and I can’t see.

I feel the love you have for me.
Your love changed me, so I am free.

I feel the life you lived with me.
Your love lives on just like the sea.

Let’s burn a candle as we read
to feel like we’re in another time.

You brought the chips and dips;
I gather the books, paper, and pens.

Together we sit lost in imagination
as we dream within the candlelight.

I never knew you liked to draw,
and you never knew I adore poetry.

You enter through a portal door,
innocuous, different.

A mistake I did make,
for you take the quiet spaces.

You invade every facet of my life;
no room left for my words.

I push back against the deluge,
you won’t listen.

You turn,
I close the portal door.