The Broken Umbrella

a soft white sheet of luminescence
striped with bold black patterns of mirth.
cords of steel that shine bright and new
and springs that love them all.

A careless move. a thoughtless shove.
Crippling the world as we knew it.
A torn sheet, the black, now grey.
rusting away heedlessly

twisted and turned, inside out.
nobody cares what happened to you
mangled remnants of a colourful past.
and a song of glory, unsung.

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Sincere seasons

a pool of mystic blue a parched sky and a pillar of strength changing the old ways of the earth planting new trees feeding.gently moulding. a slab of see-through glass and my Soul to give. I live and exist. You, love. anonymous singers and a sea of gold a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow. interlinked Fingers and curly Hair. the shadow of a Smile. the Eyes of a mystic. countless stars .and a green horizon. one, two or three..the numbers grow. a reed of music. and a jet plane. a quest for the truth. unsullied. a colour so new and pure. old habits DIE.Hard. crossing the threshold of thorns wiping the dust off those roads. a new path.new hopes. warm tingles at the base of a heart. someday it shall be so. painted roads and red alleys. humming the happy blues. an eye ,that nose.. a Red, red rose. And those little Words.. at the Harp.

crossroads

patience and letters dark and violent lending a helping hand to all who care flints in the eye.. roars of the sun catching every little laughter that burns old or new? or a garb ,all blue? yet ,a little ray of light seeps in through the cracks at dawn dusky feathers rattling all untrue this way or that? nothing ,ever, is true or certain.or big.or really new. white circles on a violet ground leaky wet , all brown. dripping.red.blood on his hands. and a four letter word aching to die.

The white Rose

copper coloured pots and the chime of bells a vast blue ground. and lots of grass the warmth of an ocean the kiss of the nights sweet drinks. two loaves of bread. and iced tea... indulgent chocolate lollipopped glory... green and red.. and charming winds. dickens and wilde and a Christmas carol and sheets of paper saying "i love you". weak spots and strong.. and whispered songs.. and a generous heart that loves to share the blanket of dreams and you and me a word.not one. go on and on.. the eye of the needle under the brown arch white shirts.two.one long gone.. vague figures on the écran Gable and fantasies and Scarlett hues not tennis..but two sports shoes.. mighty winds of authority.. a one and a two.. an addled computer going boink!boink!boink! phone calls and giggles Recharged Questions ! "I am serious about her!" shared loves and lives. a deep green pail and herbal essences.. baked garlic and cheese olives and those scornful baby-corns the sound of "would ...

illusional reality

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