The waves break like signs
Rise and fall,
Crash into spraying light,
Bright, tight, hold,
...
Sometimes they would hurl a voice at you
And you would try to fix it like a pinned butterfly,
You knew it was a muscular game,
Which could surprise like a bend in a river.
...
And there were horses on
That day,
And the winds were blowing
The birds at play;
...
I
held together by a canvas sheath
it resonates to earthy beat
more strings to this bow, if you care
...
No brush will ever render true,
The fluid transparent aqueous blue,
Nor words do justice to describe,
The ebb and flow of rushing tide,
...
Boot banter grows
Telling these are innocents
Abroad - Flash of flesh,
And free movement;
...
Do you compete with
A butterfly
Whose trembling wings can
Create lovely chaos
...
I was wandering on my way,
Deep in thoughts about the
Coming day, when to my side I heard
A tweet so shrill, then
...
Stone rolling, man walking into mist,
The river falls,
Say goodbye, there's a white line,
Walk by walls……
...
There was a chameleon from Sprokit
Who climbed on top of a rocket
He said, because of my art,
You can't tell me apart,
...
The sea will gobble, gobble,
Slowly but surely.
It will chip-away
The face of every cliff, every rock,
...
I walked and walked,
Stared at the sky,
Then words poured
Through the clouds
...
If you are by the sea,
The sea is just the sea.
If you see patterns
Of tiny naked feet
...
Orchard
Orchard
The manicured garden
With fountain spouting
Brilliant light, gives no sense
That the wood backstops
An orchard beyond.
The couple run, almost slide,
Down sloping green, she
Faster than him,
Cuts through the wood,
Ducking low hung branches,
Bursts onto the
Orchard, which slopes upwards.
He catches her fleetingly,
Among the apple trees,
Then disappearing over the
Hill's brow.
Breathless he's up there too,
But where is she?
She's scaled a low stone wall,
And walks along a path
Towards the sea,
Stopping by a stone structure,
Swirling with runic signs;
The sea below glitters
Like a rough diamond.
Whew! That was a rush,
He says, joining her.
Then he leans against
The stone column:
I'm quite thirsty now.
The sunlight flashes
Through her flaming hair:
Take this, she says,
Handing him an apple.
what a loser.yh my guy im back from the dead