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They pierce the silence
with the drums, they play
around the burning pyre
They sing a song to
give thanks to the forest
as the embers move
The drums, the song,
and the embers turning
into dancing fireflies
They create melodies
to move the forest
and awaken the spirits
A frost-filled whisper
the clear sky and the moonlight
Come and dance with me
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
At the desk,
between the mortgage payments and the kitty litter,
I have a think.
All those dreams
from years ago when we thought being successful
was for everyone.
As the years passed,
we learnt that the road to success is not always fair, equal, or merit-based.
little eccentric plant
thrives in winter snow
loving the cold
Lava meets the sea
watching the way nature moves
Feeling flesh and blood
from the distance, Aloha
hiding behind the bushes
Salmon are rushing
a frenzie of paws and tails
The bear knows the taste
confused animosity
The salmon misses her paw
Rain drenched cement
between patches of death, green grows
Moss meets the fence
underneath the death and green hides red soil
Inside looking outside
drowsy from the drugs and the stench of decay
The deepening greys
watching the afternoon turn into a wild winter night
happiness expectations in the office
saying hello like your life depends on it
contemplating another coffee by 9:05 am
co-workers fuel your addiction
people calling before 1 pm is sacrilege
what the feck am I doing?
Overwhelmed,
you attack the biscuits
and cry at your desk.
No words of the sea
he never speaks of the sea
No love for the sea
I wither within his love
I hold the sea within me
C & K 