candkwords – C & K

No Sleep

In the wee small hours
Thoughts race, unable to sleep
No longer employed

watching the leaves dance
fluttering butterfly wings
arms raised in the sun
people pass me, the oddball
fate baked me differently

Quiet at the Dining Table.
Haphazardly placed chairs,
sitting without a purpose.

All the efforts feel distant.
Unnaturally, I am at peace
with this foreseen ending.

The cats do not scold me.
Sorrowful ending ordained
by my kindly ancestors.

Sweet love in coffee sips.
Another chapter will meet
me as I step with courage.

heavy falling snow
serious solemn faces
outside the old church
gentle, pushed into the hearse
transported to rest awhile

The house no one notices is where the person they call the witch lives.

Quiet, yet uncomfortably loud. That is how the world outside describes ‘the lady’.

Uninterested in the limelight, the shadows of home become her friend.

Surrounded by Literature, she is herself.

I look at you
sometimes when you don’t notice

I stare at you
Rarely, when you are oblivious to my presence

I wonder if we, the two of us, would have spoken
if you were

famous when we met over 24 years ago

The falling Spring rain
comes with the sound of thunder
to stop and ponder
to have an education
to see our nation changing

Fatigue has found me
Through my resting elbow and
my head on my hand

Driving along the winding M1
hoping my car will take me home.

Around the bend, the pink lady shines;
a luminous ball rising in the late sky.

The clear pastel sunset and the lady,
constantly moving in and out of view.

They guide me back to the ones I love,
from a world full of money and ladders.

A letter entered the letterbox.
A crisp envelope of ivory with
Parchment-thick paper dated today.

Good news, Kerree, your time has now come.
Afraid, I turn the letter over to see
the title, ‘Making death easier’.

Gathering thoughts seems to surround me.
Further down, the words read, ‘Activate Today’
with several graphic diagrams.

A knock at the door scares the old cats.

The man says, ‘Hello, there has been a
clerical error. Your death isn’t required.’
I return the letter steadily.