Things Poetic

 Nesting Loud scrabbling breaks the apparent quiet,  head appears, sunlight scintillating off the opalescent feathers  black etes searching for... There it sees the feline presence watching,  but 15 feet below safe flies out and away calling back to be aware and careful

 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

 holiday train, tube, train more train sleeper train train train relax.......uffizi, Italian food..... train train sleeper train train train car home

Mirror Is the way I see my face, in the reflection the same as the face other people see mirrored, reflected or changed is the dark I see, the same as what others,  you, see are the faults I know I have, the same or do they see far worse is my souls light actually darker and I just see the negative, looking ok to me, but a vacuum to anyone and everyone else

herself  She wasn't the thing she saw herself as a dark, bad, selfish, manipulating shadow of whom she is That glint,  the precious metal shining through the layers of hurt, of self doubt, of blame, catching the shimmering sunlight  trying to be the person his faith told her she should be Hiding from judgement hiding the beauty from herself that I saw, from the beginning Its the eyes that can't hide it, full of pain, of loss, of hurt, yet bubbling up at a moment circles of colour, or uniqueness, lips lifting into a joyous laugh,  skin catching that in a flush of otherworldly abandon, not otherworldly  ethereal from another age, another life, past, future

 Normality Bound in societal norm, Do this this way, don't do that, Wear this, do your hair like that this....that Life and living determined by abstract views, ethereal preconceptions of normality a glance, a snigger, a full on stare, cruel words,  cutting words rejection of the person, in more than person, but also in words, deeds and thoughts at least we are not like that....like that abnormality like that outlier that unique once self assured person who is now empty, alone and lonely normality, a crutch that changes daily, and a sword to cut the legs from the unusual, to make the normal feel normal 

 Promotion Blue and white, draped across the town, excitement swells days before, expectation, hope, dress for battle,  walk into the coliseum of noise, singing, chanting, with hope and desire feet fly, bodies whip round, some fall, others stretch for the round ball Eruption as it crosses the line...1-0 Can the day get any better ? yes, its 2-0 and the looks of expectation have turned into smiles of happiness,  hoping its history in the making drought of activity into the second half  continues, with no change stewards emerge, Canute like, to hold back the tide of people, poised to rush  and greet their heroes with wild abandon seemingly out of the blue another foot drives the ball 3-0 and the stadium erupts the ball flies, and the whistle goes Promotion finally let the party continue

 A Painting Blank canvas, calling out, begging to be clothed in paint, colours spilling across its surface, swirling around, finding routes across the surface, building banks that grow, as the blues and greens conjoin lifting off the tightly interweaved, white strands The paint and brush contend with each other each trying to create their own story finishing in a mix of dramatic and subtlety complete but not

 Sunshine Prickling the skin of the air, peers over the edge of the sky, beyond suggesting heat, warmth stretch, reach for warmth wrap around and pull against, feeling the heat of the sun speckling against skin legs softly reach breath catches eyes catch as they open, taking in the vista no ending or beginning of sheets and limbs peace, home, relax