Things Poetic

 Summer at one Summer sun, reflections flitting across eyes wakes them up, and lifts the day, above the joint act into the mouth smiling, stretching feline enwrapped in the blankets cool air tickles the skin lifting into bumps, small and large daze lifts the haze up coffee read

 Awe inspiring Gig Action, achieving an amazing beautiful ballsy, bouncing brash communal charged contrasting culture, crowds diving, dancing, diving, dipping, delighted effervescent excitement everywhere, everyone excited, enjoying finding fun fulfilled festive, forearms filled for  gyrating guys, girls, grandparents, gigantic happy hopeful  hysteria, holding hands,  in indoor ice rink, inspiring,  insane jumping, joyous karate kicks,  kaleidoscope killing laziness, living large, long limbs, limbering, laying, loving, lovely mindful, massive movements, motivational, momentous  music massively notable,  naturally naughty, not necessarily nice, now offensive, othertimes orchestral, otherworldly overwhelming people preparing pure passion, proper posing  quintissentially quality, quavering, questioning  roaring retort, raw rambunctious reaching saturation, sound settling, surfing, shouting surrounding through the tremendous uncontrolled und...

Poetry Standing in the line, watching the hue and cry, the fight for the ball, sweat, heat, grunting  shouting Whistle hovering on the face of the overweight ref, shakily held in his hand erupting from the chaos of bodies, moves haphazardly out of into my hands 2 people in front, and the line so its route 1 through both try satisfaction

 A Step Lifts his foot, feeling the pressure go, the air catch, the surface underneath, not even,  catches against the heel, forcing the foot to level onto the floor moves the body forward, and the other foot patterned, metronomic focused

 silence Its quiet this morning, no cars, nothing to break the stillness, the birds softly call to each other, seemingly unperturbed by the otherwise still morning Call and retort,  Call and amplify pigeons, robins, starlings, tits, rooks and insects vying for the silence to express Sitting, I experience this silence physically and emotionally and it isn't vying for space with the noise in my head where darkness swirls in a whirlpool of thought, experience, joy and pain I can feel it on my skin, this crisp quiet morning even the misty sunrise doesn't disturb it is embraces it

 Breathe Cool air, skin prickles as it flows through eddies around my face chest expands and fills with coolness nourishing  sustaining Distant worlds, distant people feel it differently ? Breathe liquid ?  don't breathe ? Maybe absorb throughout  and breathe out, warm now nourishing for plants now