We felt empowered
sipping coffee in a suits
an office for all
so many unwritten rules
our hopes and dreams start to fade
Tag: poetry
Inspiration: Pizzicato Tiled Daffodils
fast steps, slow steps
fast steps, slow steps
a turn and saffron whirl
sipping from a warm cup
terracotta streets of warmth
the scent of perfume, flowers
tomato, mozzarella, and shallots
atop warm kneaded baked bread
olive oil flowing down the streets
cloves of garlic, olives, and cheese
caught up in the warm high tide
flowing along on food and your love
Scared of Lemons
A wild pronking dance
scared of the rolling lemon
dirt and lemon juice
Endings
For I was young and didn’t care
yet now I look on in despair
For I didn’t think that I did care
and now I know it’s not fair
Artwork
A broken canvas
hurling gemstones
piercing the painting
Contemporary dancing
wildly moving inspiration
the wall and canvas collide
A dull one dimensional easel
the inspiration river flows outside
A broken canvas and broken gems
The artwork reveals itself.
A Deep Green Dream
I was here, yet I was there
in a windswept green with
the Northern wind words.
Lost in the deep green, the
moss, and the beginning of
snow falling upon my face.
Lucid dreaming of a dreamed
up land coming to life, the
world around me loses form.
There and here.
Sitting
Thinking thoughts of you
A reflective song plays rain
Sitting without you
Wishing for Nature
I wish for nature to invade my brain
take me from the concrete and steel
show me the end and the beginning
tell me a story about the young sea
stay close to me and guide my heart
teach me about the ancient old ones
sing the language of the trees to me
I wish for nature to tell me her stories
A Shooting Star
The words are all wrong,
nothing seems to rhyme,
and there is no flowing.
Sitting alone watching,
waiting for inspiration,
hoping for a moonlit sign.
The neighbour waves,
stops for a moment and points
towards the starlit night.
A shooting star,
inspiration,
words forming.
The Old Cafe
Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.
The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.
An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.
C & K 