My drive took me to Malvies
Along a rough French road
A perfect sight delighted me
Natural sun dials stood in rows

Fields of velvet brown eyes
Looking at the sun
Gently swaying in the breeze
Halos circled every one

Like soldiers to attention
In unison with each other
The sunflower community
Are like sister and like brother

Yellow sunshine petals
Gold coins in the rough
Famously inspired
In pictures by Van Gough

My hair flowed in the wind
Breathing in the freedom
Happy faces welcome me
inviting me to see them

Sun dials follow shadow
Sunflowers pursue the sun
Gazing up to the sky
Absorbing life they've won



Inspiration:

Malvies is a very small village community near Limoux in the South of France.  I spent many Summers there and when in season, the drive takes you through amazing fields of Sunflowers which are a spectacular sight.

Ignite the sparkling fire in you
never doubt it's existence
a spirit vibrant shining through
with a cast iron resilience

Bring forth all fervour
strike a chord, stand by beliefs
state case and cause
don't hold back........release

Don't let vigour die in prime
ignore the critics lousy rhyme
allow your soul to sound it's chime
ring aloud to have it's time

Don't dim your ray, go have your say
let you be you and sod the crew
fight bullish men who stamp on stars
with iron rods and steel clad bars

Strong fires are hard to douse with words
a will so strong, no man can hurt
the flame of passion resolute
a challenge to any brute

A vibrant spirit shining through
with cast iron resilience
ignites a sparkling fire in you
never doubting it's existence

The life resplendent in my womb
of promise for the future
bringing life from it's cocoon
a path which I shall feature

Genes live on in veins of babes
continue to replicate
since we started out in caves
mortality does placate

A seed to plant and see it grow
the reason we came to call
rebuff this path and die you shall
there will be no rolling ball

A Promise of a future
resplendent in my womb
where I shall surely feature
breaking out of my cocoon

We witnessed the inevitable
believe it, we did not
it wasn't even charitable
something we could not stop.

The fade of night to morn
departing with a sigh
a fateful early dawn
his soul drifted to the sky.

Weeping we asked why
good men have to die
so much left to do
all we could do was cry

Vows we undertake
to keep his spirit near
we will not forsake
our thoughts were very clear

Deep in each of us
his kindness always stays
he never made a fuss
his love was true always

Trying to be charitable
believing, we did not
but it was inevitable
his death we could not stop.

Tears,
the residue of painful memory
or loving far too much
woeful sad regret
or loss of someone's touch.
A period of despondency
malaise as grief takes hold
despair or intervention
of life's tormenting scold.
A never ending game
of challenging events
no wonder tears are shed
through ducts they circumvent.
Crocodile tears are soulless
never worth a mention
genuine tears will flow
in times of extreme tension.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
the outlook, heavy rain, and I'd been misunderstood
tears stained my cheeks, I couldn't stop the flow
all seemed lost in argument, I didn't want to go.

So I walk, my mind buzzing with words unspoken
ringing in my ears, promises I thought were broken
everything unclear and totally confused
finding a solution, as my temper fumed.

Treading steps in darkness, not knowing where to go
fusing words together, and piecing what I know
a future ****** by actions in a fit of peak
searching through the remnants left me feeling weak.

I turned, and started walking back
feeling much calmer after searching through the facts
loving someone else much more than yourself
can be consequentially detrimental to your health.

My walk, the air cleared away the pain
my subsiding temper had dried up all the rain
losing what we'd worked for was a heavy price to pay
my therapeutic walk was designed to find my way.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
seeing much more clearly now, we both misunderstood
dried my tears realised that both of us were wrong
my footsteps quickened, as I knew where I belonged.

Three
people  in
this  void, all
will  be  annoyed,
one  is  in  the  dark,
two  hold  secrets  that
are  cold,  three  will  be  in
pieces,  one  wears  a
blind fold, two have
been cheating,
all    parties
have been
sold.