You run to the creek,
watching the gushing river
from torrential rain.
Tag: poem
Together Soon
Maybe you will meet me there,
I might wait for you,
or we might come together.
Some say only time will tell,
others say we are fools,
everyone has their opinion.
Maybe fate is a cruel one,
you may lose hope,
I might gain a different view.
We say to one another
just a little longer, love;
we’ll be together soon.
The World & The Unseen
Rising at the crack of dawn,
jogging around the same route,
eating the same breakfast,
climbing the corporate ladder.
Dreaming away until midday,
walking at night in the darkness,
eating a different breakfast,
ceasing to be defined by career.
You are an Early Riser,
and I am a Night Owl,
You want the World,
and I want the Unseen.
Peach and Pineberry
Bare branches begin
to grow as the sunshine turns
Winter into Spring.
Rolling down the scented hills
of peach and pineberry.
Sea Glass & Sandstone
Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.
An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.
Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.
Ashes and Angst
We were kind, and we were good,
for our lives were not very good when we were younger.
Rumours of wars and postulating,
for we were never calm enough to say there was no fear.
The old stories from long ago,
old tales recent enough now that we are older and wiser.
Buying a colourful apartment,
for we were going to begin our eternity linked in this place.
We loved for a few years here,
the prospect of a miracle on the horizon quite soon, you say.
The morning snow fell heavy,
for we now had the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day.
Entwined in a warm embrace,
for we could feel something terrible would soon arrive.
The ashes and angst to come;
we would not be part of the atrocities our country faced.
We lay together in this place,
for we never felt death touch us in our linked eternity.
Morning Sunshine
Warmth in the morning,
opening crusty eyes.
Grumbling about dreams,
running for the toilet,
a fart escapes on the journey.
A giggle from the bed,
“You’re disgusting!”
followed by more giggling.
Sunshine through a blind,
sitting on the toilet,
chatting to your partner.
Silver Spoon
You were born with a silver spoon,
there was never any need to wonder at the moon,
excessive living, the light leaves your cold eyes much too soon.
Haiku: Call
A silent yearning
you call to me from beyond
flying containers
Haiku: Close
Too close not to touch.
Arm in arm standing in the
cherry blossom wind.
C & K 