I Am Not

invisible

insignificant

impudent

ignorant…

 

 

Fading..

falling

failing

flailing

against the current..

 

97162D9D-B1CC-45C0-A23E-E5CC2CE906B7.png

clinging..

clawing

crying

to the darkness…

8B0C0278-BBD3-48F5-844C-0A7FAD8C1723

     you win!

The light within

slowly dies,

not by the sword

 

C5DF2329-B002-4E2F-A1A8-F1453266AC62

 

but the word..

so many words-

cruel

careless

cold

callously bold.

 

beware!

This life

so fragile

fickle

fleeting…

ephemeral beauty

in hand

so quickly slips away…

 

81ADEF46-CE44-49B5-9503-2FFAF06FB813

as a child’s blown bubble,

lost on the winds

of desperation..

salvation

for the weary

bleary

teary eyed dreamer.

we seldom recognize magnificence until it is gone..

 

we are not forever in this dream,

nightmare

illusion

confusion

of the soul.

Will you say you know me

DA6D6182-8665-4EB9-BF3A-C5D4F433CC3D

on the far side of eternity?

 

Will you even recognize my face

in that strange, exotic place

of forgotten sorrows?

I wonder….

 

 

I am the piece that

doesn’t fit

the square peg

in a sea of round

holes.

I shall not forget,

never regret

that we met-

once more.

 

copyright words and images CKP 2019

Advertisements

Crooked/Poetry

fullsizeoutput_1b74

 

There was a crooked man

who walked a crooked mile

to wag a crooked finger

at the moon’s crooked smile.

 

“Don’t laugh at me,”

he warned,

dejected and forlorn,

feeling quite abused,

angry and confused.

 

“So you’ve come to

me at last,

like a ghost from

out the past.

Is it recompense you seek,

if so why don’t you speak?”

 

(her crooked smile did not waver)

 

 

The crooked little man

took a crooked step

along the crooked walk,

he took a ragged breath

and then began to talk.

 

“You made me what I am,

you wicked, lusty dame.

Wandering this lonely path

until my legs are lame.

For what you promised,

yes you know

beneath that sultry

silver glow,

that love was true and

free for taking.

Thus I have spent a lifetime

making

love, and hope

and wicked ties

only to find it

all was lies.

I believed but

was deceived

you careless liar,

fueling fire

to burn men’s souls.”

 

 

Her majesty just grinned,

“My dear tho you have sinned,

’twas through no fault of mine,

nor the starlit night divine.

Each gem that fell into your hands

was swallowed by the shifting sands

of your deceit,

pressed into dust

from hungry lust

and blown away

at end of play.

Angels all, and at your call

You bruised and used and left them all!”

 

The crooked little man

dropped his head into his hands

and weeping bitter tears,

bemoaned the wasted years;

but she who knows not guilt or shame

felt no remorse for placing blame

upon the head

of he who shed

the tears that bled

his soul away.

(her crooked smile was wistful)

 

“Go back into the mists

and shake your crooked fists

at he who lives within the glass

and looks at you from out the past.

As dust to dust

return you must,

and thus reborn

you shall be sworn

to retribution,

love’s solution

lies in the hands of

he who understands

the turning of the tides

and that no one can hide

from she who holds the key

to bright eternity!

 

Cheryl KP 2018

Copyright Photo and words