Koffee With Kennedy : January 2017

Monday, January 30, 2017

things i forgot to tell you ... #1

things i forgot to tell you ... ^#1

beyond every pain
there is
just outside an open window
a young bird
who flies erratically
on his fledgling descent
from the high boughs of
the apple tree
and when the air betrays him
and he plummets with a crash
that sends him tumbling
over onto the lawn
by the juniper trees
he'll just shake his head
a time or two
to make sure up is up
and down is down
and before you know it
he'll be a flurry of feathers
and off into the air again
alighting nicely on the fence post
where if you wait
if you wait long enough
you'll hear him sing
a song so wonderful
that your heart will mend
and your soul
will soar
high into the skies
and maybe
just maybe
you'll be brave enough
to recognise
in this simple event
the mystery
and the miracle
of life

Saturday, January 28, 2017

words of love ...

your words of love
drift by me
like soft clouds
billowing with hope
and brimming with
the rain of promise
until the moment
catches on the bedpost
of my silence
and with a startling puff
disappears

i watch
your eyes become liquid
watch your look turn
first one way
then the other
searching
i suspect
for the failing fragments
of your dreams
the future you imagined
and the lifetime you created
a dream of forever
that evolved in a single thought
and has now evaporated in another

you turn to me
with trembling lips
parted slightly
and when you find the courage
to repeat the ceremony
to repeat the words
your voice betrays you
and your heart flutters
the instant you look deep into my eyes
and realise
i am already gone

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

An Uneasy Requiem ...

this is the place of shadows
the darkness now complete
a place to fumble
through the blackened shards of wood
and the cold grey ashes
that remain from the fire you ignited
but left to burn out
the dancing flames
that reached as near to the stars
as one could ever imagine
now gone forever
not a spark remaining
and though i toss
and turn over every burnt out
word and phrase
there is nothing left
nothing but soot and dust
and nothing more to say or write
except perhaps to scrawl
in the cold cinders
a simple
"Goodbye"

the beautiful women remain
the women you loved
and perhaps betrayed
the women you created
only to leave with
desperate hearts
and now like silent nuns
each one kneels round the bed
they knew so well
and each bowed head
whispers with trembling lips
your promises
the words you spoke
and let fall
like beads of holy oil
that enlivened their bodies
and drizzled down their thighs
to stain the elegant sheets
of the bed
in another forgettable hotel room
in some vague somewhere
in some vaguer sometime

you've left the room
where once you entertained
apostle and skeptic alike
you've left and walked your silent walk
to the end of the dark hallway
turned the handle
of some gloomy door
stepped through
and without looking back
closed it behind you
and though the dancing
and merriment of sin
continues here without you
it no longer
seems the same
and though the music widens
and the sex turns over
and under
i swear
i can no longer find
the art of longing
and the mystery of metaphor
which have left with you
forever