The Fork

I've been here
before
- how can that be?
I've travelled direct and true,
and yet
here I am,
facing this same
second path.

We were
not meant to be,
not back then,
and no,
I think not now.
But
if I say no
will you
pine
or
dare I say
even perish
- of heart or soul,
not body?

Can I ease your pain?
Gods and goddesses!
How can I presume
when her pain's
hers, not mine.
I suppose
it eases mine
if I care
of her and hers.

What brings us both
jointly,
to this
juncture,
her again?
Needs must I
be harder
more self aware
cognisant, or
caring?

It's not suppose
to be so;
our paths crossed,
we felt our need,
the circumstances
declined the chance.

There was
another way,
a choice less taken,
a way of sharing,
but that,
you said,
was not for you.

I've been here before;
a fork in the road,
a second chance
of a second way,
twice bid now,
and yet again
I must decline
... mayhap twill be
thrice makes
the charm ...


For "Cinzia" - may she find her love. 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2012 (where this date is different to the year of publishing, it is because I did this some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

[Content Warning] The Death and Rebirth of Hope

Since Bonaparte's day
warnings have been
beware the ambitions
of small men.
And yet, neither
size nor sex
has been
an indicator
of good or bad
in my life
- only ambition
unbalanced
by love of
humanity.
I've watched,
and survived, 
as ignorant
ambitious
love-unleavened
fools
have set their sway
'pon events,
and people
and companies
-seeking their name in lights
for toughness
or profit,
seemingly
blind
to despair
and pain
and stress
- politics and war
where they should not be
in the world of
commerce
and business.
But all things turn
and comes a time
when even the
nastiest despot
grows weary
and seeks release
and ease
- fortunate the few
who recover their humanity
and find others' forgiveness
that leads to such.
Even circumstances
change with time
and now ...
now the scents of change
are coming
as maybe
this last sacking
these last knife twists
bring the despots
undone.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

The Journey

The clouds are low as I leave
 - the planes disappear,
tubular smudges of greyed white
and slashes of dimmed colour
rumbling into grey
moments after leaving
the ground,
- as do we.
For most, ominous;
for me, a joy,
as is
the setting of 
later motel
'side grey turbid river,
passage of former travellers
now of pleasure makers, 
lined with verdant green,
under grey skies,
all living in a cold, crisp air
sharpened by tangs
of smoke
from occassional fires
- fires safe and snug
in hearths,
with people,
safe and snug about them,
as, I hope,
is the distant traveller
with whom
my thoughts and heart
reside.
May her journey be
I hope
as pleasant to her
as mine to me
- particularly
the next day,
as I wind through
tough little hills,
mounds of vivid green
giving rare glimpses
of white streaked, grey sea
all under
grey sky
and still surrounded
by crisp
refreshing
cold.
A winter's
tale,
- a story
I love,
a journey and journeyer,
I love.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

[Content Warning] 4 A.M.

It's 4AM,
and I'm awake
- again.
Puzzling
pondering
the unseen
lightless pit
- an astronomer's
Black Hole
on Earth, as 'twere -
that my life
has become. 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

A White-Knuckled Nonsense

I travelled two thousand k
at eight hundred an hour
- a fair ol' lick,
I thought,
but then ...
then I got in to
The Taxi ... 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

[Content Warning] The buoy

As I struggle in the water,
the buoy,
the life-saving goal,
bobs away,
just out of reach
of questing, tiring fingers,
and then i awake,
and
as I struggle in the water,
the buoy,
the life-saving goal,
bobs away,
just out of reach
of questing, tiring fingers.
 
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)