Stars

I made origami stars
to store them
in a glass jar
like so many memories
we made together
trapped in a fragile heart
When the glass shattered
those memories wandered
in a haunted house

A tragic mind

she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him

he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind

day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love

she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love

now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality

Sand

The cold coffee is keeping me company
as I sit watching the waves rolling in.

I am tired of the long nights with
an empty spot accentuated by the cool moon light.

All the heartaches exhausted my fractured mind.
My eye sockets are hollow and brittle
disregard the flirtatious breeze.

I don’t know why I am so chained up
by the past like a submissive slave.
When the master has been long gone,
I keep the pain and torture to preserve
pleasure.

I have been through tubes of smudging mascaras.
Drought became my heart’s desire and daily companion.

My ailing body no longer withstands
the changeable seaside weather.
Fine sand finds its way into
the window of my emptiness.
I cannot tell is it a rock or a precious mineral.

The irritaion imitates the pain to give pleasure.
My eyes well up and my soul returns.

The moment of departure

My heart departed
After soaking up your unkind words
Like wine turned into vinegar
The sun has been warm throughout spring, summer, even autumn
Below zero is the depth of winter
Where my tears run into icy poles
The place I used to call home where I hibernated throughout winter
Now wandering with my subdued heart
Home is where my heart is
I beg for shelter for my soul

An Oyster’s Lament

copulating in a big city
with wealth, envious climate and limelight
parasites to city waste and engine oil

not worthy as treasure
nor tasteful as delicacy
nor beautiful as decoration

a life meaningless
lack of joy
missing its calling

what more does it take to lose heart
soul
and spirit
to crash all
still lost
but not found

Emptiness

let the music fall on my vacated mind

let memory flood through my being
your puppy eyes and a soft smile

let the film play each of your faces
just how I remember them
invading me with your every touch, every word and every heatbeat you stirred in me

there was so much more than the music you shared with me

let my tears fall in this vacant space
bits and pieces of you fill my heart

Ebb n flow (pm)

tick tock hurry
kitty catty
tea time buddy
no care no worries
kneading crochet blanket
yes master
your servant is ready

street empty
deafening quiet
not a soul wandering
chapter 5 is waiting
reading or tapping
why don’t I just fold it
to a nap time sanctuary

droopy eyelids
fluttering moth
into a world of slumbering
desert ploughing
mana catching
crispy lips searching dewdrops
for surviving

ouch!
lips bleeding
stop scrubbing
hot and bothered painstaking
then the thundering
fitfully awaken
it’s kitty purring

oh my!
neighbour’s cooking
woofing down kiddies’ laughter
winking to my walls
mate we’ve got this
dinner table for 1
windy pops and ceiling stares

the door chimes ringing
who can it be now
the evening glow edging in
table for 2
rosemary lamp chops
tomato basil relish
no spirit no wine

to the sobering mind
dance with 4 walls watching
sing with kitty listening
love as hurt never left
the black velvet cape
dragging across the empty room
poof!