I called to you,
timid at first and then hoarse from the echoes.
I thought you had gone.
I found myself calling to you from our bedroom,
and you looked haunted.
“A dream”, I said from a dream,
“A dream without you in the nothingness of life.”
Tag: poetry
What will we become?
The people slowly changed.
Once larrikins and mates, the masses become willfully ignorant and obsessed with status anxiety.
Consumed by foreign entertainment.
We hoped the people would watch, listen, read, and critically think about important issues.
The people became unkind.
Once lovers of freedom and looking out for each other, now many are entitled and would step on your bones.
Our Saturday election day.
We looked at the masses voting for the hardworking rich, while crushing the dreams of the classes they belong to.
What are we becoming?
From behind the blinds
Watching the way the world turns
Feelings of censure
Whispering affirmations
Freedom slowly bleeds away
Innocence
swept away from there
last seen running in a cloak
shadows and the sea
the lighthouse keeper worries
a vision of innocence
Vespers
Lost in the gloaming
we chant silent Vespers
waiting for the falling
Leaves of next Autumn
Fishy, Fishy, Paw
Darting away from the cat
Laughter from the tank
A hanging spider
Swinging about on the web
Ready for some tea
Stillness between the trees
snowflakes fall
Something reminds her of love
sweet memories
Standing in the fresh air of youth
sorrow floods in
Standing in the stillness without you
soft flakes fall
green rain-soaked hills
soft mist masks the reality
walking to find the sky
feeling sadness in each step
grey thoughts turning
becoming a moonless night
amongst the high mist
alone with many thoughts
contemplating endings
feeling a shift
forcing feet to move
a slow descent
Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window
C & K 