Stillness between the trees
snowflakes fall
Something reminds her of love
sweet memories
Standing in the fresh air of youth
sorrow floods in
Standing in the stillness without you
soft flakes fall
Tag: sorrow
Dreams by the Sea
by the sea
lost in dreams and the waves
a rousing fire from within forms
dry, cracked lips
you linger beyond the horizon
coffee and cake
sipping tea with laughter
caressing your career
playing with other fires
at the shore
an affinity for saltwater
and
this sorrow
The Livid Sky
You stand under a livid sky,
singing soft words to your broken heart,
and feeling the livid bruises.
In the Gulag, no freedom to be anyone,
and the living body dies.
Pictures of what once was,
memories of what might have been;
I hope they learn from our sorrow.
Feeling a Sorrow
Alone in the desert. In the darkness, I knew you had passed.
Whispers of what was never said and echoes of what could have been.
When you died, I felt terrible sorrow.
You always wanted me to be, not to be what I am and what I must be.
Now they are only words.
Without a Sound
you lost your lover
a silence hangs in the air
a tear rolling down
you grieve true sorrow alone
tears falling without a sound
Whirlwind
You were a whirlwind
of hair, scent and sorrow;
I cannot forget you.
Ghostly Glimmer
Cold untilled soil,
an overgrown garden full of weeds,
blooming roses,
an atmosphere heavy and mournful.
An empty house
unlived in for many, many moons.
Decaying walls;
unloved, dusty and abandoned.
Eerie sounds
once sound of laughter, happiness.
Dark shadows,
lurking horrors and unsolved truths.
A vacant owner,
unwilling to return to the family home.
She lingers alone;
he hides alone so far from their home.
Through a prison window,
light falls on a room with dead roses.
Her favourite vase untouched,
roses she loved sit cobwebbed, dead.
A ghostly glimmer;
faceless, loveless, she stands alone.
Unbroken connection,
she cannot leave the place she loves.
Unsolved truths,
bound to this house by his untruths.
Unable to move on,
chained to this lonely torment waiting.
A coward disguised,
his fear of her spectre haunts his nights.
Provocative heart,
her resolve to linger touches his days.
She waits for him,
lingering within what was the family home.
She waits for him
to bring the son she loves so much home.
Rain drops on Wood
raindrops fall slowly
droplets splash onto the wood
sorrow seems fleeting
touching the wood that is you
tactile grief in letting go
Touch
your touch
will convince
her
sorrowful heart
love
is enough
Those words
Sorrow fills the air as you juggle the pots and pans of despair.
Cobwebs fill your mind, and the mood is sombre.
In amongst all the banging and clanging, you hear those words again.
“There’s no ice cream in the freezer“.
C & K 