Wicked
     Oh my nose
           You perceive just like a priest will perceive the anger of the gods
                  But you can’t tell me the wicked people around
              Have you no shame??
       No sleep for the wicked!
               You don’t even sleep......urgh

I strolled the coast
Sun soaked my shoulders
Warmth spread up through my feet
from the sun baked sand, that
I felt, more than heard, as a subtle susurration of
    sand that shifted under my soles
    surged between my toes
A wave wandered out of the ocean
kissed my feet with briny tears
caressed and stole the silt from beneath my soles
subtly shifted my standing
sailed gently back to sea
My tensions eased with its withdrawal

A gentle bracing breeze arose
condensed to prickles on my arms
Awoke hairs to stand alert
Pungent ocean air and spray stung yet soothed
    my parched lips
shocked my nose with that smell
    of calm after a storm
I was a part of this entire panoply
I was part of this expanse
I was part of this
I was part of now

I glanced back toward where I must return

A titanic wave crashed against my back
blasted me to the sand
buffeted me cruelly
smote away my breath
ground grit into my palms
forced flashbacks that
sand is coarse and abrasive
    as well as tranquil and warm
I struggled and was beaten down
    and beaten down

Eventually
achingly
haltingly
I pulled up and gasped for air
sputtered crude and briny water
brushed the sand from my face
saw the sanguine cuts and scrapes
then heard their clamorous lament
that crested as wave upon wave buried me
and mockingly failed to wash away
    any part of my hurt

Blood or perhaps brine wept down my cheeks
and I had already been bleeding
from old wounds and cuts and bruises
unhealed and untended
and those barely healed ripped asunder
These shouts of agony drowned out any new tenderness

Will I always be bleeding?
Will I ever heal?
Will I ever feel safe again?
Will I ever even get all the sand from my hair?
At any rate, I must shortly keep walking on.

To be as still as flowers in a vase –

Ones captured on a canvas bare and white,
Sprung forth by a Renoir’s or O'keefe's delight,
Delighting me when I see face to face
The painted hues and light imagined first
In frenzy, and slowly then crafted,
Created through practice, then mastered
Through weeks and years, repeated and rehearsed –

Oft comes, it’s said, from quiet in a life.
My serene certainty comes while racing
Through the woods of life, with stumbled pacing,
Crying as branches lash across one eye.

My stillness springs forth, with largesse,
With joy and sorrow, from distress.

Sadness is an ocean persistent before –
My eyes very
And though I bathe water it
It is hotter than the hottest Sun –
Whilst otherwise is others’ –
The Sweetest ***

Envy is a clump in my heart –
Growing with life
It has theories conspiracy Fun –
That pulses it – point its host a Rifle Gun

Invasion is its –
For it pops through my eyes and more
It sulks on my bed-sheet –
Whilst my beloved quotes me *****

And it feeds on everyone I keep –
In very my heart
It eats them too – tearing all apart
Hence there is a –
Toxin in my beat

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect my sorrows reflect them all
And when I cry when I scream
Reflect the way I think of me

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect the way in which I fall
But catch my teary eyes in sight
My eyes of gold reflect the light

From the tiny
chest of yours,
dangles a white
thread wrapped
in thick dust;
Your face all
etched with
cobwebs
grey;—
I found you on
my old table,
beside my
blunt needle
which I held
in my soft palms
fifty years ago.
Tell me,
will you?
Did your heart
belonged to
someone,
once,
long
ago?

like a frog springs atop  a lily pad,
her enthusiastic essence was as scad.
like an infant sprawls into a deep sleep,
her appearance was an embodiment of babysheep.

like a coordinated kitchen fork blends with the spoon
we both accumulated as the exquisite winter's moon.

on a decadent day,when we will reunite,
she would still guffaw at my scrappy jokes
the void will transform into light
when your gaiety will crash the plight.