Poetry | Stories | Photography
Standing sideways to what was once the sea
imaginary wavelets lap at my dirt-covered feet
Sedimentary rocks hide traces of crustaceans
the breeze moves the trees, & stirs the unseen
Saltwater jewels adorn my ears, wrists, & neck
imaginary saltwater washes over me, the land
A warm breeze moves through
the garden and the blooming trees.
Hair becomes waves of the sea,
cloth caressing skin becomes caged wings.
A Crow visits her favourite tree
with a plastic milk bottle lid for kindness.
Lost within the romance of Spring,
drifting away.
Early darkness
a chill brings on the gooseflesh
endless music
jewels from you
overflowing books in the case
scrolling down
stopping short
help me to glue all of the memories
of me and you
before we forget
what it was like to live in freedom
with our ideas
and our love
Clouds are gathering
the captain waits for no one
giant angry waves
the crew prepare for the worst
waltz of the sea and the ship
red dirt on the shed
scorching heat turns to thunder
a heavy rain rinse
dew drop rose petals
bees buzz for the sweet nectar
naps in the roses
Tea Cosy warm thoughts
what could have been fades away
Sprawled empty tea cups
pieces of music vibrate
happy memories building
We begin to slow in Autumn as the days shorten and the nights lengthen.
Salads turn to casseroles, and coffee turns to rum.
We find our cosy corner, a stack of books, and turn day after day into night.
When the rains come, we wear our favourite socks; we slow down.
Too much red and yellow
blazing sun on the canvas
chunks of paint melting
The spectre of burning canvas
paint strokes are inevitable
Embers fall from the old easel
Time for the sun to appear
smouldering fire of paint and canvas
The painting comes to life
morning frosty grass
barefoot walking to the fence
my feet are stained green
tip-toeing to the kitchen
embracing my black kettle
Happy World Poetry Day!
C & K 