Yellow and blue kitchen tiles,
that old stainless steel sink and tap.
Odd porcelain cups, saucers and plates,
that kitchen bench with roses in a vase.
Strawberry rhubarb pie in the wood oven,
sitting with Mum at her favourite spot.
Tag: poetry
When we were Young
Once, we used to fight and debate;
now we talk in distilled nuances.
It’s as if we’ve given up the fight.
I miss those days of fire,
when we were young.
Winter Sky
clear, cool winter sky
revealing hidden colours
only for my eyes
Missed Opportunity
A quick cheeky wink
Hoping for love’s first nibble
A quick side-eye glance
Discovering a partner
Feeling sorry for yourself
The Bird
A beautiful bird,
having a flutter not far from me.
Looking upward,
such beautiful colours & song.
Thinking kind thoughts,
paintings appear behind my eyes.
Lost in deep thought,
a wet feeling on my shoulder.
The bird took a shit on my shoulder;
sad on the way home.
Prompts
When all the prompts fail me,
when there is no inspiration,
I turn to you: music.
When I feel the words fading,
when the poetry sounds odd,
I turn to play a song.
When I turn, something comes.
The East
Take me back to the east,
show me the waves of the pacific ocean,
Let’s swim in the sunlight,
tell me another funny story, my one love.
A Song
A song speaks to you
stories in the melody
stirring memories
You play the song on repeat
shifting your emotions, soul
Used Book Store
Distorted shapes
Deep shadows and patches of light
Lost deep in thought before the rows of books
Touching the covers, reading the spines, looking at the art
Taken from the world outside, finding hidden gems
Hiding in the deep shadows, moving into the light
Hovering around the rare books dreaming of vanilla cake
The distorted shapes seem familiar
Moving to the counter, hesitating and moving back again
Mousse
Darkness on a spoon
lush bubbly sweetness and light
glass encased dessert
Belgian milk chocolate mousse
delicious goth glam lipstick
C & K 