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Forgotten in Fog
Feeling the weight of your world
Floating towards sky
NOTES
A pre-Friday workday, car-sitting, fog-enshrouded haiku.
Some days I sit in my car and wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life, and then I realise I need to work.
The weight of it all lifts when I drown in the largest coffee I can find.
All is well until it is not. I keep placing one foot in front of the other.
a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana
the contrast in the sky
grey clouds touch the soft lemon,
in the distance, fire becomes mauve
a day to celebrate life
chocolate eggs, meeting with family
in sombre contemplation for the dead
the voices of the dead
they echo from the wars and genocides
calling for an end to the horrors every day
the contrasting sky changes
grey clouds meet lemon and yellow hues
a peaceful transition to a slow autumn night
Staring at the sky
Your heart feeds your mind an impassioned reel of memories
Seeing the colours
You are impatient to take the
perfect picture for the likes
Sorrowful clicking
You aspire to take an impossible
image of your complex feelings
the moody sky broods
for the clouds are full of rain,
a brewing storm comes
So much colour
in the way
the sky
and
the sea collide.
Colours bleeding
together
in harmony
and
understanding.
So much chaos
in the colour
as no
canvas
is simple.
Standing under the sky
with you by my side.
The stars dance for us;
everything’s in motion.
Someone will promise
you everything desired.
I promise you nothing
in this moment in time.
We know not when the
hour will strike us down,
so I stand beside you.
Maybe a raindrop will fall from the sky,
Maybe you’ll turn into an old butterfly.
Maybe the cat will turn into a prince,
Maybe the pie is really made of mince.
Maybe a flower will bloom in the night,
Maybe the moon will illuminate tonight.
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
clear, cool winter sky
revealing hidden colours
only for my eyes
A cobalt blue sky.
You with black-rimmed glasses bitching about my grey-rimmed glasses.
The heat intensifies a longing for romantic love once felt long ago.
The sky shifts.
Then the clouds appear in a rush to make rain before too long.
The sunder coloured sky,
just like you and I.
C & K 