Poems from KkJones
It is my safe haven.
The place in which my soul retreats
To relax
To recharge
To think.
It allows me to ponder
And wonder
And express...
Iceland.
I’m pretty relaxed
And at the same time
Northern lights.
High maintenance sweet pea.
Face mask.
I associate it with childhood...
I look in the mirror
And do not recognize
The reflection
Which stares back at me directly.
Who have I become?
She is not who she once was...
Home is where I rest
My head at night
Such a fickle word
It seems to change all the time
I’ve gotten used to
The shifting
The packing
Up...