within you
they see
your integrity
steadfastly poised,
unwaveringly composed
Tag: poet
Refuge
A refuge
to eat
chocolate
and
ice cream
without
judgement.
Caged Roses
There is something gentle
and uplifting about a yellow
rose in the spring.
It blooms, even
from within a cage.
The roses in this caged garden
remind me that beauty can be
found from within a prison, even
if that prison is within one’s mind.
Only Love
“Only love can break your heart“, or so the song says.
Why then must one walk through thorns and thistles of the world to find a soulmate?
With a familiar nudge, he takes a chance and asks her to dance; It is awkward at first, yet most love is like that at first.
Your Shadow
Your shadow
haunts my soul still,
even in the darkness.
Drift Words
From pink lips drift words, move along the wind, through the rivers, down into the valleys and the dark hidden places.
Creatures once asleep awaken to hear those words and feel the call to her again.
Humidity
The humidity covers the many layers of you with dew, for you thrive like a succulent in the wet.
I expand and contract by the rise and fall of the seasons. During the humidity, I expand; in cold weather, I contract.
You thrive, and I contract today; It’s your heaven and my hell.
Then, as if the sky knows who I am, the clouds break, and the cool rain falls onto our skin.
Ourselves
A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which starts my mind racing.
A flimsy love between two independent souls both long for the rain to wash their sadness away; Two souls haunted by their fear of failure, not being the favoured child, and living with their desire for perfection.
If we didn’t need money in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.
I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages: you and me against the world, ready to live once again.
Fiery Depths
The key to the door hides within your depths.
You swear those fiery depths hold nothing; however, he knows the truth.
He ventured there once, found the key, and stormed through the door.
He opened your soul to the four winds, to love.
Household Woes
Ironing boards,
clotheslines,
and
the
perfection of
horizontal
lounge chair
Enthusiasts.
C & K 