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Spindrift
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.
Spindrift is a variant of the Scots spoondrift, with the nautical verb spoon orspoom meaning “to run or scud before the wind.” It entered English around 1600.
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At the peak of clarity
And ,
at the peak of her insanity
A moment to glance away from this reflection gunning down with its eyes of La Mort
if she could see past the discombulated figures
Deflect
An outline
of
fear and self-loathing will
dissolve
A moment of clarity
my child in her stark purity dancing in front of the mirror.
Find her standing motionless
pick up the comb, attend to her dutifully
This reflection
This motion is fuelled by a fierce love.
A fierce love distorted by fragments
by her own mother’s dysmorphia
The same mother who flees from her Self every day.
If this is not a demonstration of love
then it is a moment of clarity
A reality of her creation
Sweet bitter
A tipple
Tears or bourbon
No longer certain
Does it matter?
Then it is a moment of clarity.
A muse in Patron
It don’t matter how many selfies you take.
What matters is if you can accept your own mirror reflection.
No time to flinch.
No time to hesitate.
Free to stride across abundant valleys conjured by a sweeping imagination.
God, when she weeps!
I collect her tears.
Covertly
Thankful for the martyr,
My patron muse.
Crystallized an abundant array of gifts .
Perhaps it is a silhouette…
Perhaps it is a rainbow’s smile illuminating intrinsic hues…
These words could reveal Science’s stuttering staccato voicing his love for nature.
For all her might
For all her brute
Which one is Beauty?
Which is Art?
What if you believed the sky is indeed blue?
Willful wrong
(a stream of consciousness borderline poem unrevised)
Whilst fleeing from the echoes of ‘you were in the wrong’. The Screws twist torture upon entering her 4th chamber.
Inside her bloody mind. Dried & pressed between her breasts
Leaves, stained by painting the roses red.
Long live to leave the Queen of Hearts
Lovers lost: Lovers found -past & tense -future is uncertainty abound.
Forever locked in a gaze with the omniscient eyes of Janus
Uncalculated, her actions motivated by too much heart. Unruly emotions betrayed her by treason. Penelope, she is not for a reason.
Lost to thoughts in solitude until reunited with like-minded misfits caught up in the cycles we call seasons.
* Inspiration for Acrostic poetry word ‘willful’ came from how some people describe me & I wrote this cos the one person I thought would “get” how complicated relationships are (didn’t). #write to recover and keep me sane.
willful
will·ful | \ ˈwil-fəl \variants: or wilfulDefinition of willful
1: obstinately and often perversely self-willed a stubborn and willful child2: done deliberately : INTENTIONALwillful disobedienceSynonyms & Antonyms for willful
Synonyms
balky, contrary, contumacious, defiant, disobedient, froward,incompliant, insubordinate, intractable, obstreperous, rebel,rebellious, recalcitrant, recusant, refractory, restive,ungovernable, unruly, untoward, wayward
Antonyms
amenable, biddable, compliant, conformable, docile,obedient, ruly, submissive, tractable
Adversity
Reading back on words I’ve written
I mapped out a destiny of self hatred
Gulping down chunks of disbelief
I can’t loathe every part of the inner beast.
Choking on the words of the past.
No happiness to impart
No happiness to instil in my heart.
Struck by the shadows of villains in the dark.
Corrupted by an inner iago
Chanting in tongues.
I don’t understand this malarky
Find a place to comfort or hide
away
alone
Another lesson not learned.
40 winks of birthdays celebrated
Not one has counted in culminating in a positive celebration.
The inferno
The reckless use of words.
Contort my body
into a waking slumber of chronic illness
I’ve lost the gumption to confront my demons .
Blanks.
A dud.
A dummy soul sold out to my own adversity.
My True penny
I’m taking back my power.
I’ve got my ammo and my gun powder.
I’m not going to use it cos I’m more of a peace than a ‘fuck you -let’s bomb you to oblivion’ type of person.
I have realised that to allow someone who thinks nothing about me to have so much power to lure me into a paralysed state of persuasive perversion is:
True insanity. I have my true penny and that is what counts.
I pushed him away like a woman under attack – I pushed my lot away – until it formed blood clots on the insides – comparably sized to mounting a herd of elephants.
unwilling to be ridden- trunks raised up, irate – exploding in shouts.
I started to talk about what goes on in my head and my true penny told me that we all makeup scenarios in our minds, to make sense of the lives and situations we come across, in this world of an uncertain, never-ending skyline.
I thought I was losing it.
I thought I was obsessed.
Turns out my brain works out my issues based on characters and story lines and other shenanigans.
Crazy? maybe but creativity strokes the beat with a brush – I feel there is almost a genius to be found walking on this fine line.
Swastikas and Reds are not my idea of interior decorating.
Tearing down my walls.
One little Nazi’s thought is not going to make me come down to that kind of level.
I have my life.
I am the queen of my disco.
I have retro roller skates on .
The sun is my Disco ball. I’m on the rooftop, in the light-beaming under the rays.
Not hiding in the dark, under the influence,an imposter.
A star that can’t twinkle, dishevelled – so shady – a back turns away – It’s the one known as the blue devil.
We are on two separate paths – I notice the screams of a shaken baby.
A rattle spins across the floor – Dummy dribbled with garbled spit.
I guess mommy is right when she says: ‘You always want what you can’t have’
It’s not infatuation, love or anything like that – This baby is having a tantrum – she didn’t get what she wanted .
She didn’t even get a maybe.
I’m done slithering on my belly across damp floors. Waiting for the next Gestapo, soot-stained boot to squelch me.
Turn out my guts until, all you can see is the insides of me- a sore sight of limacine.
Phantom limb syndrome – I am back from the war of past, oppressive obsession.
I’m awake.
Clarity.
Nightmares were all I had to grieve over.
I didn’t lose any limbs. Only my inner self- belief .
I’m a china teapot lady – I’m done trying to find happiness in a person who happily lives life drinking out of cups made of polystyrene .
The present is my greatest gift. I’m not wasting another second wishing on dreams that we can be friends.
My heart is my greatest ally and foe. It makes me work.
Dwarves getting their hoes to do all the work – chasing fairy dust , axe- picking fights with one another, to grow in a place under a roof of artificial light.
Genuine and melodic – true light – mountain breeze is the only place I will find a place to atone.
To make amends.
Let it go and go with the flow
I stand before the world smiling – unashamed – this is my show.
SHOUT OUTS AND AWARD NOMINATATONS TO FOLLOW
Kooky heart
Oh how did this happen to me
The girl from some other foreign city?
Wiley enough to make a plan.
Cunning and soft of heart -all my eggs bled before the start of labour
Before the sun came up.
Hide all pain,
all the blood clots in her smiles.
She would koo koo
again
for her soul was of one who couldn’t quit even when they shouted: She’s already dead.No need for an off with her bed hair beheaded mentality
Signed
Ex oh ex oh
Kooky heart
Women of Ukraine
*8th March women’s international day 2022*
Under a senseless war you are not as noticed as your insight ..
Know that female propaganda protestation is a liberation .Maternal is a revolution
Starting with faith not doubt .
Radical against the martial law
notice
reveal your beliefs with the strength of your education
Never forget you have a duty to stand up .
Voice your opinions.. you are part of your nation.
Even when the patriarchy has you under a thumb.
It’s a parody
A caricature
Putin
employed mercenaries to pluck his monoborw.
Inhabit a cold continent to suit his Napoleon Bonaparte with fashionless gout.
He’s tied up , suited & booted mannerisms to strangle the patriots to go without..
A Siberian exile
An excuse to out those who’ve already come out.
No shame , my women …
Evil will lose this small man’s willy , I believe without a doubt 😏.
International women’s day
Ukraine
Russia we stand as our tribe .
We will win with every gender with clout.
He said : shut your mouth
He told me to shut my mouth
A matrix mixed up reality.
No voice could penetrate my words
Duplicity;
Over & over ,
I said too much
Too soon
Googled each mythological Grecian character channel without further a due.
He told me to shout out with his present presence.
I took offense due to my theoretical thoughts
An invasive entity .
Unsettling striking parallel perspex
Perspectives contrast.
Ineffectual dissonance
Cognitively one was watching the movie without subtext
The other summoning books of mythological Gods.
She clubbed the moment
She clubbed all movement to death.
A breathe
Mere words- littered
Pollute the stratosphere
Tube fed turtle dying on his tomb head
What to say ?
Keep my mouth shut!
Recalling an author – Christopher Vogler-heroes journey
A triumph against my early dementia onset.
Failure to visualise a world now mature
Plastic,
Stryophone,
Polyphryne- strewn.
A pavement to display the current concrete buns news .
Two little lives at me for food .
Did I make a mistake when my absorbed self brought nothing but blues
Shame
A sham
Help
Veered too far
This wasn’t premeditated
Merely wanted him to fondle my breasts
Last Friday he said I recoil like a chicken headless
From his touch or his brazen cackle
Touche
Eclat Yves Se laurent
No brush can lighten this intimate blush.
What more can I divulge ?
Not much with
Out
Taking off
All of my clothes.
That’s too much information…
Google the rest on my admission.