Echoes from the sea
a shell from long, long ago
longing for the sea
Tag: poem
Becoming a Song
Exhaustion.
Flicking in and out of consciousness,
my lips feel numb.
Usual noises sound bombing loud,
forgetting the time.
I become a melancholy masterpiece,
a sad classical song.
Only You
only you,
no one else.
take your brush,
run the bristles through
and set it well.
rub concealer
upon your face and neck
to hide you.
run a pash stick
over your ruddy lips to
hide the peeling.
wear something
not so revealing, yet a
little unlike you.
say your goodbyes,
whisper to your Mother,
“Goodbye, Mum”.
take a small case,
only the significant things
you hold so dearly.
come alone to me,
tell me nothing remains and
all pain will cease.
Haiku: Put
We put you away
in a draw where no sunlight
could dance upon you.
Haiku: Ways of the Wind
Wondering which way,
hoping for inspiration,
the ways of the wind.
Little Birds
To feel the sun,
the warmth of another day.
The birds talk of wild times in the sky
while I sit here typing away.
They never said my days would be long,
nor my paper trail much longer.
I open the window expecting the birds to stay,
yet they get scared and fly away.
Haiku: Bond
A dark bond binds two
standing in the cold forest.
Death covers the ground.
Haiku: The Crossroads
There is not much left.
You find the famous crossroads,
then you strike a deal.
Discord & Sleep
Neverending days.
The workdays never stop, and
the news churns out the worst of us.
Sleep won’t come.
You listen to music in bed;
when the discord starts, sleep takes you.
You sink into chaos.
The madness of the music
accompanies your terrifying dreams.
Haiku: The River
You run to the creek,
watching the gushing river
from torrential rain.
C & K 