Things Poetic

 Infinite Skies disappear into the mist, sails drop, slowly flapping until bound knots tested, tied anchor dropped tidy ropes, decks change into dry clothes gin o'clock  as the sun sets

 Sandcastles The cries of joy layer the evening air with fun and laughter, Sand covers the feet, buckets ready with spades rush off to find the bestest place to build safe from the water, and the stones Slowly it rises, reaching upwards,  some damage from a poorly placed bucket yet continues Water and wet sand follow the Sagrada Família of sandcastles rises up stones and shells decorate it, with sticks as flag posts water into the moat They dance around it, laughing and excitedly pointing it out to us as the tide gets closer and the moat fills further till the sea wins and the castle is no more until the morning

 Imagination Sitting, listening to the birds, songs, chatter, whistles, chirps, cheeps a universe of wonder Talking about what's occurring watching watchful the air thickens, takes on form, light and dark glowing, moving on its own accord I should be fearful but im not I know this place Ive seen it before, here, at the time between times when the living and the passed meet and dance that dance again where hands meet, both solid and whips of air swirling around, warm, heavenly music almost choral Closing my eyes I still see and feel it I can smell the warmth and taste the sound I feel every breath on my skin, every swirl in my blood All too soon, drifts away the birds continue as if uninterrupted peaceful

 Seagulls Making a joke of themselves, the strong neck turns the head, fixing a stare looking at the food in my hand claiming it, in its mind, even if not in reality 'Mine, Mine' they call their chicks, brown and gly, crowd around whilst the adults look around calling to the winds the sound of the sea soaring effortlessly across the sky, lifting and falling returning my soul to the sea after so long

 Something daft This is something daft I wrote today after I got to Mousehole Peaceful and relaxed reading about worlds unformed unthought something watched the thoughts snags it as it calmly leaves what, I wonder I ask im not sure but its there a pebble in a sock in a shoe interrupting, disturbing s portent  s promise

 Dreaming Swirling, images and feelings caught on thorns in the air deep colour, as rose blossoms bursting through thorn bushes moving images in deep colours with feeling and taste almost some joined together, some not linked repeating, flowing into each other hurt, joy, pain, laughter screaming, laughing, calm, shocks The usual confusion is clearer the blooms fit together makes sense hurt