Paint a colour
beyond the silver
that haunts you.
Maybe you can’t see it
but others can,
and they will
sparkle for you.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Paint a colour
beyond the silver
that haunts you.
Maybe you can’t see it
but others can,
and they will
sparkle for you.
Deliver a story
in snippets
but one you revisit
again and again
for the comfort
of continuing on
and gaining a little more,
no matter how slow.
Watch your
future goal
topple
and fall,
leaving an empty space
to fill again
or leave
gaping.
You will enjoy true bliss
in whatever you do
proclaims the hardened dough,
but does thst make you selfish
or optimistic?
Do you take it
or can just see it
no matter what?
And why does
the idea bother
me so?
Photo goal
to perch atop
the spinning view
and realise
you protect
everything you see
and can never rest
or stop.
Age a year
and decide if you’ve
improved
in attitude
and ambition.
Are you happy
sat beside the one
now at your side?
Pay respect
to earn my reward,
the heat drops
seven more
and you can
almost remember
how to breathe.
Comfort in closeness
denied
due to overwhelming heat,
find a moment
early and quiet
to sneak in a gap
of cuddles
and reassurance.
Give me
the moisture
and relief
of washing away
my own water.
Open the sky
and end
the oppression.
Fight
to prevent
from melting,
denying light
access
and hoarding
cool air,
all for nothing
when another
opens the door.