Things Poetic

Inadequacy of Love Rainbows of flowing heat, dark and vibrantly aglow at the same time, Holding promise, whilst near the surface, pools of darker promise threat ? the first shoots, bright and virgin soaking up everything, endless promise and opportunity the first leaf, growing structure promise of more to coms stem thickening more leaves, and texture something new appears a different bud evolving until it opens bright and effervescent, the first flowering and suddenly, surrounded but pollinators, bees, flies the natural cycle suddenly ended by the florist moved into a vase Turned into a wife or husband fixed in time or reinforced as such ending any other promise leaving the plant somewhat diminished, less colourful, less promise growing, without the wild and beauty of the floral decorations love cut off, sat in a museum display a memory, but now stopped and dead

 Complete With you I am complete, the last brick in the lego ship the last puzzle piece, fighting its way into the puzzle, bereft without it without you,  lost drifting in mist and darkness nearly 2 decades wow and yet, still yesterday in my soul yours

 Music, joy, and Mumford bouncing Sunshine burning, shade sought after Lights flashing, music blasting then softly strong Hozier lifts Shania brings the house down,  Mumford bouncing with Tamborine ending with fireworks drive then home an evening to remember

 finality Stop right there the immensity of the depths of the lows don't begin]don't begin to describe the reality of it sloughing off the shoulder, falling to the earth dull thuds of thunder, of depressed earth, soul splinter 25 steps forward, up to the next level, and  fall down two more step up, step back, fall down nought forward or back just there just there

 Sleeping Floating in silk, enwrapped with the solid mist of dreams,  holding on to me, the whispers, the images showing, feeling, wondering where am I somehow known, recognisable yet, also somehow otherworldly opening arms, lifting and floating speeding across the ground hear sounds outside of it they take on more reality birds, warmth of the sunshine tinkling through the leaves eyes slowly open, unfocused wake

 Summer sometimes, the sun is seriously shining, something bad under the cover of the umbrella or under a hat might my skin survive, maybe meanwhile, my most hopeful plans exist outside of everything around, everyone I know or thought I knew right back to the start