Circle up circle down

Deep down here no one sees you,
Eyes wide and demanding,
The mirror is clouded or dusty
Irreverent of ridicule,
Ears play a single song over and again.

Sense the sour bitter sweet familiar.
Ice melts solid once more,
Water fails to wash and the heart is betrayed again.
A thousand beautiful iridescent raindrops
Tease the ground at foot
The shower is relentless and the force is not quite overpowering
I bask in its honesty.

Thighs push slowly,
The power of the foot long forgotten
Waist high
The head also relinquished to the moment.
Thighs still pushing pulling pushing pushing
Seemless is the subtext.

Small is the subtext
Realisation so close yet so far
But to realise
To step with the forgotten foot
To run
To swim and kick and run
And burst
To burst
Forget the shadow an burst into the light
Forget the small
Put wide eyes to good use
Attack the glaze
Attack

Old sleep finds bone and muscle again.
Sleep in the sun.
Look for us in the sun.
Awake.

Dashed

Love at first sight and cemented through the seconds minutes years, not quite a decade.

No thrashing or crashing or smashing would dissolve such a love.

But gossip ah gossip and worse yet, pride.
Pride is something so easily diluted by honesty and recounted facts but yet somehow has the weight required to pulverise love.

An old man once lay in hospital, death close at hand.
He was, in his heyday, the most popular man in town.
A pillar of the community.
When it came to the bit,
The bit that we all dread,
The bit we all deny for as long as we wake,
How many of his friends attended his bedside?
Not even a handful.
His family alone could be counted upon.
His daughter distraught and bemused by the treatment of her father led a life in the absence of friends that might abandon her later.

I grabbed the blossom on the trees and swallowed them whole,
Enraptured by the gifts which life might offer.

While it might be naive to presume that I shan't choke on even one petal I'll continue to drink my chosen medicine.

A disappointment in a sea of gifts will not be a lesson I'll hold close to my heart.