Passed  the  lake  last  evening.
It  looked  dark,dank  and  threatening.
In  the  fast  fading  light.
The  moody  mountains  stood  tall.
With  thick  mist  swirling  across.
In  ghostly  fashion.
A  complete  contrast  to  the  summer  view.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

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What a fool's work it is,
To obsess over love never found.
Love that's in front of your very eyes,
But is not given time to be acknowledged.
I wish I could change that;
I wish we could change that...
*Would you like to?

I know the door you're
Speaking of,

And you're right.
It is
Shut -

Firmly
Tight.


Love seeps through,
Overtaking my view,
Breathing promises
of
No looks back.

While

Red emotion
Slips through,
Obscuring my view,
With such ease,
Spilling
Right through the
Cracks.


I feel gusts of
You,
Whisping bits of me to

The spaces you wish
We'd go -

Though it's the
Heavier parts
That can't quite start

Flying -

Afraid
Of the
Multiplous

Ways to go.

--

It's Me

That gets
Left behind.

It's not that easy being green,
A nonsense verse to be seen,
To be green, we all manage,
Every human fits this adage,
To feel envy is a human emotion,
The grass is greener, we sailed the oceans,
That is why there's migrants, prithee,
We're still flying over the seven seas,
The shifting sands of humanity,
All humans feel envy of something,
Cor, I want that bird with another's ring!
The other man's bull and blip is always better,
But what happens next, when he does get her?
Miserable divorces are not that hip,
Just because you want her blip,
Is this such a nonsense to be seen?
It's not that easy being green,
But, somehow, we all manage,
Quite normal feelings, that's an adage........