plants in the office
reaching for the pinnacle
watching the plants die
the boss wants to have a word
the colour green is too much
Tag: poem
Forest Queen
The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.
The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.
The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.
The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.
Micro Sea Poem
Have you ever seen the grass move like waves of the sea?
Even here, the sea is never far from you and me.
Memories
the quiet path
waiting inside for forever
the car arrives
fabric moves around her
the old church
whispers on the breeze
their eyes link
intense waves of loving
they commit
serious words of promise
together now
scents of the garden
become memories
The Swamp
they said drain the swamp
noises echo from the deep
they woke the dragon
fuming from the insolence
guarding his precious treasure
When?
sitting by the shard of sunlight
watching the way the world is turning with the mob
hearing the echoes of Fascism
watching the cat’s lazy stretch
whispering words of sorrow to the emptiness of home
wondering if I make an impact
When will they start burning my books?
First to Last
From the first word
sinking into deeper water
Forgetting the world
submerged in saltwater
Feeling the wilting
swimming for the shore
Finish the last word
sorrow with empty shells
Tranquillity
the gushing water
antiquarian buildings
moss covering stone
the spring-born rushing water
drifting on tranquillity
Our Love
Our love is:
wiry grey hair
expanding mid drifts
matching beards
staying up late
reading banned books
loving without a contract
developing age lines
joy to be sleeping in
Living for food, liquids,
travel, love, and peace
Misunderstood
Aching over a coffee cup,
head bowed towards the froth.
Surrounded by noisy strangers,
face awash with red notes.
Alone over an empty cup,
eyes concealed by glasses.
C & K 