Lost in the deep fog
echolalia sets in
Where is the toilet?
Tag: poem
Karma
the grip of it all
she felt the rush of blood
blurring the spaces
disintegrating dreams
the burn of karma
Peaceful, Alone
a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana
Imagined You
grey sky, falling leaves
rain swept sentimental day
grey thoughts remain still
listening to the winding
additional cup for you
My Ghost
Petrichor dreaming
a conversation with you
Ghost on my shoulder
Press
Fall intensifies
Watching and scrolling all day
Forgotten website
A big blue button says, “Press”.
A laughing Jeanie appears.
Sunday Dreams
the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams
Nostalgia Glasses
a longing for home
we return to our childhood
rose coloured glasses
artificial memories
a longing for something else
The Plan
from sunrise to sunset
they painstakingly mapped out a plan
the event would be perfect
for five to seven hours
weeks on end of planning and pondering
losing sleep and grey hairs
from beginning to end
life taught you many lessons about perfection
the plan was no more
Rain Longing
light rain starts and stops
to hear the heavy rainfall
distant memory
many cursed the rainy days
the cost of our ignorance
C & K 