Posted in poetry

o k.

She called him K
cos he was oak
a silent tower
where she became rooted
in moments
of stillness
& contemplation
sheltered in the shade
of his shadow
memories somersaulted
as she danced
on the tightrope of her cranium
where obscenities screamed
& nightmarish flashbacks of tomorrows
haunted her.
She was safe
& saved by him
on the shadow of her
oh K…
confusion, her illusion
her soul mate
her somewhere sometime ever after …
lover.

images (3)

Author:

I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s