Things Poetic

 Love four letters Living Our very best life evermore choices, thoughts, dreams, hopes - all tied together with each other smell, taste, touch, feel - all expressing ourselves whisper, smile, gasp, groan - together always

 Scrum they spilled the ball, again  bloody backs OK, leave it to us forwards Hooker lifts arms int he air, stretching muscles, waiting.  Doing a sort of mating dance with the opposing hooker hookers both the lumps of the props lumber up and take their positions on either side, tightening binds, steam lifting up from the 6 men locks hold each other up, kneel and peek through between the props legs seeking the enemy...a few paces in front of them then the fly boys grab hold on either side and the back duck and charge tusste push hit grip hook and ....break, run, pass, tackle, lunge.....dive score

 The Smile It was the smile, full and generous, eyes twinkling, a belly laugh thats the memory,  kindness, care, love, support putting everyone else first, even when she had nothing, and no energy and hating being the focus of anything the smile, the love, the care always remembered

 age is it the age that gets you,  age and years, both seemingly continuous,  yet structured seconds, minutes, hours...you know how it goes prickling above the horizon, shards of new sunlight,  yet billions of years old and 8 minutes away not yet warming, just seeking out cells to say "hello there" in a Skywalker way or is it the journey that takes your legs out drops you like a sack into that chair, zimmer, bed

 time start weave along the lanes of disaster end this it

 Fleeting dreams Waking is often worst,  ive been in a detailed, serious, impassioned conversation,  or action,  and then, as if from a pool of water emerged and what I had been looking at, talking to, planning, doing is like whips of ink in water, slowly dissolving into  nothing I try and remember, to no avail and they're gone,  to be replaced the next night with a brand new adventure