Juggle-Nothing

‘Tis the Season of ‘Endeavour’

… no Martyrdom,

Sympathy is a Defuelling…

whilst, Adversity is

the grit and gravel needed

‘neath the wheels of Progress.

Ambition to a Grafter is

what Freedom is to a Prisoner

… Goals and Targets are

mere Milestones, Markers,

Measurements to Grind Past.

There is no ‘Us’ in Personal

Accomplishment… I’m not

looking for Applause

or Adoration… I want Results!

I Caught A Gleam Of Your Glimmer

Clashing

‘Idiosyncrasies’

keeps things

Interesting.

You bring out

the Devil in me,

in a playful way.

Never short

on Dilemma…

‘Second Guessing’

not out of Doubt

but to make sure

things flow

out into… Perfect.

I unclipped

your ‘Wings’

… and you

circled back

… and stayed…

how’s that

for Heavenly.

Her Rhythm, My Bounce

‘Manoeuvre’, come on, please…

the tricky stuff, complicated

… but, graceful, fluid,

and with a flourishing finish

that IMPACTS like Murder!

Shut me up with a single word,

make me retrace my steps

… disorientated by imagery.

Show me a lonely ‘Heart’

finally flower-blossoming

with the dancing, colourful

sounds from your poetic mouth.

I can see the ‘Fire’ waiting

inside the Iron of your eyes

… unlatch it, free the Magic.

Make me soar, emotion-sick

and giddy with a ‘Tenderness’

… alien to those too afraid

to Feel so Alive that they Burn!