Crying for your treats
no favour with the kitchen
The chef is busy
loud garrulous explosions
Entreat me with little treats
Tag: poetry
The cat cheese fest
Strings from the branches
Different cheeses from each string
The Crackers await
We partake in the cheese fest
Cats fight for tasty
Finding love within the night sky
Golden flecks of light
between the light and shadow
Finding love for me
The stars surpass their beauty
As the clouds move to the sea
Super Commuter
travelling to and from
this super commuting life
longing to see you
in a moment on the train
Assure me work is worth it
DT
A man stands by the sea,
looking at the lived years.
Soft twilight contemplation,
knowing the end is close.
The horrors he committed
are etched into orange skin.
His black tar beating heart,
little blood left in his veins.
All he longs for is to cement
his legacy with destruction.
Words with the Moon
Each day, grey hair falls from
a place once full of colours.
I am reminded of invisibility,
the way I fade into the light.
Within the moon’s darkness
I become increasingly visible.
The garden knows who I am,
and a soft breeze touches me.
The moon and I, we made
a pact of sorts
within the depths of the night.
She, the moon
takes my invisibility from me,
for words with her.
Our discussion ends by the
movement of many clouds.
A breeze becomes a wind,
to accompany the thunder.
The fallen grey hairs begin
their journey into the night.
I enter the house of words,
to travel the colours of sleep.
When the grey of day arrives,
from the moon-lit night,
our words will carry me along.
Outside is Too Much
Walking ten feet in nature,
deciding that exertion is overrated –
The neighbours look over.
Taking this waddle inside
to find the coffee plunger unclean –
The sponge is too much.
Water runs into the kettle,
the electricity switch provides vibes –
My cup is ready to receive.
Your World
the vibrant colours of the sky
several moods from sunrise to sunset
we watch the way clouds move
the coming of a storm brings excitement
you do not find joy in the sky
seeing no beauty through cataract eyes
School Kids
The splendour of a sunrise
as Summer turns to Autumn.
We look to the quiet hills
and breathe in the morning air.
In our hearts, the rain falls low,
grieving for the unknown kids.
Their imagined grey faces,
shells of so many futures.
The Summer Breeze
a distant glowing
an enchanted house nestled
within the old trees
a breeze moves the Tanzaku
Fireflies light the Furin way
C & K 