Wishing for something more
willing this feeling to depart
Even the moon laughs soft
every star seems so light
Wishful thinking takes hold
warping time’s despair
Tag: poetry story
Coffee Mushrooms
A mushroom begins life,
and many more soon fuel my optimistic mind;
all I need is a friend to help.
Preparing for my shady friend so we can laugh,
yet wondering if all will be well;
Mr J. arrives with a smile and passion fruit cake.
A turn for the worst when he lights up a cap,
then runs towards the hills hoist;
I didn’t know he was so well-versed in ballet.
Smoke from the backyard carries,
then sounds from the neighbours cause alarm;
they must be magic mushrooms.
A fit of anxiety, or is it the smoke?
Such beautiful ballet from with Mr J’s smoke;
I decide to boil the kettle.
Abandoned Houses
Broken houses
the sea crashing into the rocks
Dark sea spray
Below, quiet sea business
twilight faded from hours passed
The deep darkness arrives
Lonely empty houses
unlived and unloved since the war
The sea and the rocks
whispers of a place now a non-place
Hidden in darkness
the moon betrays my form
No longer hidden
The houses long for me to stay
The Door
You whispered unknown words
What has this land done to you?
A glimpse of something ancient
A presence, an evil resides here
Glimpses of the void, touched by the desert
The gift of sight and understanding scares you
A task too great
You enter the door
The Rosewood Tree
Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding
the last urban tree
My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
Fandango Childhood
Lollipops and sunshine
spinning fairy floss at the show
Barbie and Ken feels
A fandango childhood
everything unnaturally coloured
Nothing of cold reality
You begin to crumble
faced with brown, grey, & black
Sheltered for too long
The dark colours are too much
Rufous Sky
You convinced them that the sky is Rufous
Worshipping you from the chairs
the messiah has come to save our souls
A rapture turns the crowd wild
the holy spirit dances through the believers
violent fictions turn into reality
Blood on the dance floor under a Rufous sky
Satie Afternoon
marinating in the afternoon sunshine
wine stained kisses
laughter and French words to impress
running your tongue along your teeth
another kiss from the one you love
an afternoon where eternal love blooms
initials etched into the tree of love,
a coin in the lucky fountain,
a lock on the famous bridge
you needed none of those gestures
now that he tied a piece of string around
the finger connected to your heart
Our Love
to wrap me up in your barbed wire arms
blood runs down
my body from the places you pierced
letting go of all
that we shared and loved
I can no longer
hear what it is you once had to say
feelings and the love we once had is
in the dried blood on my skin and my clothes
C & K 