Things Poetic

 edge sitting, feet swinging in the air, look out on the vista blue mountains, red and brown rocks flies buzzing about, spiny grass beneath my legs distant birds sweep across the sky, feeling for updrafts, watching for prey silence except for the pull of the wind sitting, relaxing peace

 Realisation of a failure Subtlety is a joke, positivity a farce trying to be supportive rejected at source non existent the hope of reconciliation is spun off a spiralling car on a roundabout travelling at 100 in a 30 zone tried failed maybe

 Sunflower Smile Dull room, in the morning, clouds blanket the world outside, stills the house, with cold, dullness glowing in the window, they pull the dullness and throw it out, replacing it with a smile, joy to see,  reaching toward any sunlight, petticoats behind the face,, protecting, holding beauty, with prickles

 Different...yet the same When I see you, I take in everything, a thirsty person finding an oasis seeing everything eyes saying more than the face, holding back, distant, cols in the eyes smiling with the face and lips blank inside yet, not blank not empty wary, scared, worried about knowing I know, the things you can't say I know,  not I think and I couldn't hold your eyes in mine or you would see that I do loss, pain, hurt never being able to hide my feelings well, they spill out of me, at the most inappropriate times

 Friday Crushed against the smeared window, in the wobbling door of the train  seemingly refusing to keep a constant direction or speed, momentum interrupted or is it stationery interrupted by jerky movements, an elderly man fighting trembling and shaking limbs bodies follow the movement, in echo out of concert smell of skunk wafts around from the youth, slouching as she thumbs her way around an ugly brick of a phone, diamante designs reflecting her skin red and swollen eruptions marking the unhealthy glistening pink 'we apologise...' goes the tannoy 'for the delay. this was (this timothy have an excuse) caused by...' scrolls through the choice of reasons... 'someone being hit by a train in the Leyton area....' silence screams in my head

 Distress Smiling, it belies the pain underneath,  Still there, yet, not The destruction inside, masking on the out tremble in the hand, shake in the voice, catch in the throat watching distant