Things Poetic

 Whisper it softly, into my ear your deepest dreams, the things you haven't told anyone Be nakedly exposed trust me that I will protect them, you for all time Heart beats,  slowly as your lips touch, air softly catches the skin, and the words whisper toward me "to be loved without reservation " Turning towards the ear nearest "always"  I whispered back knowing my soul was entwined forever with hers no matter the future

 Short and sweet Monday, work Tuesday, work Wednesday, slow work thursday, slower...also some work friday, slowest......a bit of work....sleep

 Flight Its the smell of the jet fuel, burning the  back of the throat, that assaults you first, uprooting your happy and excited thoughts of holidays, of the beach, the hotel, the sea Skin prickling, the chill of the cold English morning  sends you on your way 'you'll be coming back to this, sucker !!!' in my head, blasts forth turning my stomach, already full of butterflies, now acid Keys, phone, earphones, bag, book to read. that should help me last the hours in a capsule attached to 200 other people, all trying to have their unique and single minded holiday whilst all doing the same thing, going to the same places, swimming in the same ocean I find my seat. Yay! It's on the window. I didn't know booking a specific seat was a thing crushed into the small area, belt on, earphones connected, head against the seat Close my eyes and breathe in deeply. Maybe there won't be anyone next to me. everyone watches the new arrivals appear, try not to catch their eyes ...

 Contradictions Life , a  contradiction of lies and truth, hope and  dispair  forever listing in swamps of confusion, head searching up for the air, gasping straining, neck straining for air but hoping for the freshness that is just out of reach... slipping away and then, ,,,,,, there..... life begins... ?continues ?ends some of each, not all

 starshine scintillating light, reflecting from the dew on the leaves, of the trees, finding watchers within the leaves and without pointing to life and reaching back to lives untold and unheard yet still draws back to a never  ending heat, light, sound fire driving and living this universe sound, light, form, hope all drive outward and catch the leaves continuum

 Sunshine Warming the skin, fine hairs lift,  skin prickles as it warms wrapped in a warm blanket of spring sun,  suggesting more, promising the day of glow paltry clouds threatening always birds flitting about, searching for food, now sparse in the warmth circle of sun heat warmth comfort food fill sleep