Patchwork

Pink Floyd sang about bricks in the wall.
Cold and crazy.
Like the Mad Hatter.

Each brick an incident.
Leading up to the end:
Total madness.

In life there are some bricks.
I think there are more patches though.
The softness of love.

Hearts on cloth panels.
Sewn upon this framework:
The lives we are.

Reaching out from the middle.
Panel after panel.
An entire life.

Sewn with golden thread.
Each connected to the other.
With plenty of thread left over for the future.

Which is yet to be known.


K.J.K.  4/24/2016

Cold Purple

Food was eaten.
Tea being poured.

Prince was on the radio.
"Raspberry Beret."

She smiled and ran to the freezer.
Taking out dessert.

Raspberry, of course.
We laughed through the final chords of the song.

Raspberry Sorbet on a hot summer day.
Etched in the halls of fond memories.

K.J.K.  - 04/21/2016

Rest In Peace Prince

Air

There's a change in the air.
Can't you feel it?

A coldness.
From warm smiles.

Locking in two step.
Triangle wearing  goons.

The story is old.
We should know better.

Remember the mistakes of others.
Lest we make them ourselves.

Kristallnacht can happen again.
If we let it.


K.J.K. - 4-3-2016