a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass
Tag: poem
Nearing the End
The trap was hidden
once in love with ideas
driven to succeed
I paid with my time
dreaming of billable hours
lost in the targets
competing for space
pungent air in open plan
bitchiness on tap
holding myself close
fear of losing my income
health aligns with fate
walking away
Monday Soon
the sun went on holiday
Birds sleep, dreaming about singing
you want to watch the reels
Monday will come too soon
cleaning and the bullshit can wait
I want to feel Vellichor
we come to an agreement
You stay put in your happy chair
coffee and books for me
Peace
there is no peace
for my racing mind
all I wish to read
peace is an idea
dangerous to most
anti-consumer
a precious peace
blessed to sit within
the soft stillness
peace follows me
my conscience
echoes of horror
Only You
A fool I have been
Lost in my head again
Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.
Masala
No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala
Fireflies
lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance
The end of a workday
Fighting the door to enter
The constricting bra becomes airborne
Hungry attention meows
Glaring at your significant other
flinging scarf, jumper, bag, and more
Tearing and tasting odd snacks
Crying about the work day
Your love says a word in a suspect way
Everyone is punching on
The Sunset
From storm Spring rainbows
to the pale pastels of a
frost Winter sunset
Watch the sunset one more time
Leave the office that keeps you
Quirky Cat
within the moonlight
to laugh at her quirkiness
a fluff in the dark
C & K 