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Spindrift Nouveau depart

A true union of hearts was joined one summer in late June.

The birds chirruped, the sun shone – the two became one -reflected for all to see by La Luna- the moon
Air and Water – shouldn’t cross paths.
These two elements casually ignore each other in nature’s form-its innate core.
He of Air –
She of Water.

The energy that caused the spindrift was something not even these elements could ignore.

Le Mistral caught up in a steamy, heady mood.
Strode across the sky scowling, blowing curses – chaos surely ensued .

La Mer
– she was winding down for the day.

The tide had come in, and she was ready to listen to a mermaid wax lyrical her classic tale of Babe Ruth.

The wind so vexed was he – he deafened her with one strike of his herculean hair -clouded by his inability to self- soothe.

La Mer reacted in bad form. He struck her so hard, – her mind swelled up with great licks of waves – crashing and thrashing her mental whereabouts.

Never interrupt an element so passionate about listening to her favorite composer.

Le Mistral and La Mer could ignore one another no more. She would make him feel the repercussions of his foolish, senseless,not-so-well thought out Strop.

Now he would have to face his conjurer.
A tidal wave of thoughts arose inside her.

He would pay dearly for interrupting her meditative state of mind.

He had no clue what feud he had started.

Fire and Earth were shrewd not to intervene. They knew when to stay out of the way of a combination of this kind.

They witnessed how the passion of this great unforeseen union came to be.

The product of this affront was simply not even what the conflicted two could continue to deplore.

Witnessed by two friends .
Wind and Water created the very first image of love .

Spindrift -a physical feeling of exhilaration consolidated the two .
They were now ready for a new adventure – together -ready to explore each other, become the couple -who looked to the other with eyes that said ‘j’t‘adore.’

Definitions for spindrift
spray swept by a violent wind along the surface of the sea.

( written two months after I got married to my husband – Gaz. He is as Mercurial as Air and I more of a deep waters run still lass. Air & water are two elements that ignore each other. I used to read up all my family, friends, and boyfriends astrology signs when i was younger. I used to read the Aquarius sign and think that is the kind of man I want to be with . Trust us to be incompatible according to our zodiac). 😀 then I went to marry an Aquarius man & it turns out he is my soul mate. Nouveau depart)

Wallflower

Eyes lowered, separate from the crowd if you ignore her frowns,

Could this wallflower throw down the gauntlet of one party reveller- Time himself dozing before the stroke of midnight?

Or, Would this wallflower anticipate the daffodils, daisies and roses to save the day with clear cut stems of prosecco?

The  garden of gaiety pours out  bubbly conversations

 

Impervious to check if the seconds move forward.

Ignorant to an eternity  doomed to this New years eve of  2019

Bursts  of lavender- waft obscure   goals

a   hint to a future -proposing a nouveau depart without delay.

 

Red-faced by an anxious creeping Rosacea  attack

Wallflower cuts the vines tethering her from the wall tower.

Unveiled from the comfort familiarity penumbra.

 

Walking she becomes an unwanted eavesdropper attunes not just the laughter but the punch lines too.

music notes intermingle. A few casualties drowned out of feeble conversations

Whilst whistling  a lament to the blues

Eyes peer up – sordidly scans this once garden turned wild.

Junglist Wallflower  wilt not

Nor wither  a delay when  mere seconds  away from  unwaning entrapment

of existence.

 

 Threatened confinement to this moment

Never to feel the breath of another day.

never to leave this place & go home.

 

Mustering grande efforts   hands push further into the jungle depths

Navigating a path. Not once does she recoil?

Less apologetic her persistence carves out a  clearing to reveal stroke victim -Sir time.

An interruption with grace

so refined.

You’ve fallen asleep at an extremely important time.

Dressed up in Thyme  Time  awakes shuffles one then two steps forward,

 the jungle momentarily quietens

then corks released from restriction pop in Ecstacy

In the air are hanged notes of Celebratory songs

A new year to make life count.

Time over -foliaged stumble forward until he finds a chalice of wine.

turns his head  -Gratefully raises his glass directly to the shadow.

The wallflower is not there, here

nor around.

 

The wallflower is nowhere to be found.

A brief moment mingler she salvaged this space

Left the festivities subdued  without a sound

*Inspired by writers’ block, acrostic poetry turned free form. No masterpiece but I’ve finally written something down.*

Beneath my feet

I write these words
Green grass beneath my feet
I have a sacred homer, a babe too
Society says I’m now complete.
Distilled waters
of a balalaika, playing kind
Overfloweth
Dismiss ice blocks jutting out
Clearly on the rocks.


Skidrow composed
with a head full of the sublime.
Not one of us can stand in all perpetuity in the sun
& shine.
Science ad
ds a rationale to inform those lacking in sense
To subtract those people who we think revolve around our orbit.
If you recognise that instinct.


If it faintly find a pulse of love
Don’t ignore this sign preordained from the unseen above.


Spend 10 million ways to capture each moment of mirth spent in your star crossed lover’s finite existence.
Think not too far in the distant


Future & imagination fuels to the furies ears echoing our doubts.
Even palm readers learn to stay away from an answer to every Question’s insistence.


If there was a moral estimation to impart from this musing
Seek out existential ideas to rekindle the hearth of hearts
Two much history already been written.


True love is a conundrum of confusing
Too much future mapping unites
soul mates in need of refusing.


Eradicate over analysing
To evade living in a nebulous cloud of doubt.


These words I write
Green grass beneath my feet.
The end doesn’t rhyme


Mirrors reflecting the next steps
Dare to take a step
free
fall?
No easy feat.


(Beneath my feet- stream of consciousness writing)