Poetry | Stories | Photography
Once, we slept little
and
moved around often,
chasing ambitions
and
seizing the long days.
Now, we sleep little
and
haunt the nights
looking for signs of life
and
who we used to be.
At night we write
and
overthink the future;
in the day we sleep
and
peel back the layers.
One day I slept too long
and
peeled back your dreams –
the colour had
drained
from the images.
Blooms of youth
playfully dance
on rosy
blooming cheeks.
The darling with locks
of chestnut and gold
beams coquettishly;
Contemplating
the days
little blooming
for the unknown gaze.
eyelid flutter
nose twitch
finger tap
toe curl
a smile
a scowl
awake
asleep
we are
lost
in
translation
You never get over that love
that eats into your bones.
Such a love remains whole,
even when only dust remains.
Rain falls from the sooty clouds
to kiss the desolation we made.
They saw the rain contemptuously,
then they cried when it fell no more.
The clouds call the rain to fall again,
but only for the love of the land.
you come to bed at midnight in pieces
many colours on your vitreous skin move
you might be made of glass in this light
Mookaite skin colours move and change
you caress me as we become colours
a soft lavender field moves in the breeze
a glass of wine for you
a bottle of apple cider for you
a gin and yuzu for you
a bottle of craft beer for you
a sweet way to end a long summer’s day
gazing into the quartz
citrine dreams of old
golden brown sands
bold Pharaohs move
glorious queens shine
Anna walks towards the path, which turns into an arbour; Just before the Arbour, a man stands alone, rubbing a leaf between his palms.
Perplexed and intrigued, she asks, “What are you doing?“
Silence follows. She repeats the words.
He looks, “I’m collecting ideas“.
“Ideas for what?“
“I write poetry…“.
“You’re a Poet! I’m a poet to-“
“Poor you!“
Madness sweeps through,
yet you always make someone cling to you.
Love pushes right through;
sometimes I wonder why I came to love you.
Dark days pushed through.
C & K 