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
Tag: poem
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.
The Sea + Me
The cold, wild seashore
I stand before her vast moods
Me, the Horizon
Between the sea and the shops
I admire the grey, the sea
Depths Emerging
the lunar eclipse
your swirling abysmal depths
awakened dreaming
rubbing your face with your hand
feeling the stardust falling
The Roses
Roses in bloom
once they grew to find the sun on their own
Unique colours
Gardeners competed to find order in flower beds
the theme was align
Once they grew in rows of conformity, humans won
Yet the roses don’t seek the magic of the sun so well
their colours faded
What made them unique was taken by conformity
Free to Write Again
And, now I am free of it, my cage;
the parchment paper fell away,
and the solidified ink blocks,
I slowly shaved them away
until the ink flowed again.
Quiet Music
A Sunday afternoon longing and a yearning for those fragments of what I thought I was before I took this path.
Rain droplets splatter the glass of my window, so I raise the blind to see the wind moving the unkempt grass, and I watch the droplets run down the glass.
I gather all of the friends from my dreams I have not yet met, and I hold them close to me like the ghosts of the loved ones who died.
Rain droplets continue to splatter the glass of my window, and the wind and the rain create music I often long to hear.
I revel in the quickening rain which showers the glass of my window, the increasing wind, and I wish for more of this quiet music.
Fairy Garden
A fluttering of wings,
they dance in the air
to a song only they sing.
Spring blossoms in full bloom
flowers scent the way
sweet nectar of love flows.
A fairy does a dance
with a bird or two
as spiders spin webs.
Something sweet does come
on the afternoon breeze
as the garden comes alive.
The Scents of Spring
Tropical fruits balance in a crystal bowl,
and an African Violet blooms on the window sill.
Many tightly squeezed fruits create punch,
and a cherry tart cools on the kitchen bench.
You wait for the heat to subside
as the scents of Spring move you.
You wait for the one you love
to arrive and bring more flowers.
A clash of civilisations decorates your home,
as the fault lines give you a feeling of warmth.
Art Deco glassware sits on a lavish tablecloth,
with flowers blossoming, blooming, and lingering.
A Monet Moment
Sunlight dances on the butterfly leaves,
as the colours of the autumn day show.
Sunday picnics and Monet moments in love,
disappeared in the grey of the era of March.
Sunlight fades into the abstract twilight,
as we share our last wine bottle so slowly.
C & K 