Colours of Sunset
The colours of the sunset
Yellow, pink
And purple too,
Spread across the horizon
Like a blanket
Thrown on water.
Tuck her in.
She sleeps now.
Desert
Hour 15 – 8:00 PM
We all love a little pie.
Something worth eating, the more the sweet.
The better the surprise.
Sometimes it’s blue, due to the fruit.
A slight pink tint cause of the berry.
A bit of a tang cause of the yellow slang.
The melon was sliced in perfect shape.
A bowl of whipped cream kept me awake.
Coffee with desert is in my fate.
– J.C. ©
Tanka
Angry storms die out
In a soft murmur of rains,
And the sun breaks free
Bathing the soaked new-born cats
In saving warmth and new hope.
Dreamcatcher
A magic web
Of threads and beads
A crystal
Centred there.
Capture darkness
Let through light
Bad dreams
Are held in there.
Close your eyes
Rest easy now
Sweet dreams
Are on their way.
Bells
Can you hear
The bells ring?
They call us in to dine.
A feast of truth
Awaits us,
The knowledge of all time.
Drink from the cup
And pass it round
Together we shall dine.
graduation blues
the day after
high school graduation
is supposed to feel like
a new beginning
it felt like a detour
i wanted to make a u-turn
but i can’t even drive
i guess the first
sixteen years of life
are building
the next two are
trial
and one day you walk out of a place
that holds all your memories
for the last time
and nobody is holding your hands
or laughing as you slam a locker
they tell you it gets better
parents are practiced liars:
1) it does not
get better
2) we do not find out who are real friends are
we make worse ones
3) we do not pick up where we left off
with every old friend,
4) we do not
find ourselves
in college
we get lost
in the streets
in the sheets,
we get lost
because we are lead are whole lives
without asking.
our majors
are pieces of paper
we are taught
they define us
we lose our names to occupations and salaries
we never lose
weight or debt
growing up
just means adding
and you don’t
get any stronger
to carry it
__ar.
Busy World
How I wish that I could show you
all the beauty I can see,
from the rainbow reaching overhead,
to the world beneath the sea,
the glint of sun on window panes,
washed clean by winter’s gift,
the way the grass moves and sways
when touched by wind’s soft kiss,
perhaps the sight of new-born birds,
that herald in the spring,
so many simple joys forgotten,
in this busy world we’re in.
Back to School 11PM
It’s back to school time
Buses will be on the roads early
It’s back to school time
Children will be getting up early
It’s back to school time
Time for everyone to be busy learning.