Missing the point

you saw the cracks
wanted to fix me
by your motherly love
but…but…
i ain’t broken
your love isn’t enough
cos
you aren’t the
rain

Perspective

two cracked pots bare bellies having a yarn
one whines about how he never gets mended
one whinges about his sorrow of being forgotten

the arvo sun is scotching their spilled soil
one is watching his fracture snapping further
one is shedding his tears in vain

two buttocks looking dark clouds squeezing out some rain
then the thunder shouts
‘Get your head out of your ass mate!’

two cracked pot bare bellies paying attention
one says ‘Righto! There is rain there is growth. Who gives a toss about my broken frame.’
one yells ‘No dramas! I was never your league anyway. Shove your snob up your backside!’

two months gone by
two cracked pots cheering each other
one tells of how his brokenness turns into art
one praises the contentment of thriving

the moral of the story
you know what I mean Valvoline

Longing

we are walking cripple to search one another
you cup your heart in your palms
I draw a curtain to my void
your core sings out to mine
I peep through the drape

I feel the tingling on my lips on a sleepless night
your burning words restrain stirring my soul to restlessness
let the cool pale moonlight tame the hunger
let the waves staggering to ease the longing

I sleep with my right hand holding my left
my hands become yours
I wake up with your warmth lingering my breath
what better way to greet a new day My Love

if you hear me
shhhhh
keep dreaming

 

Effect

when the wind blows over the lake
the ripples are love songs I am singing to you

in the quietness of the day
here comes my knock on your heart

it’s only as light as whispers
attuned to your inner turmoil

it brings stillness and calm
consoles your dripping wailing heart

when I glide through the door
bathe in surreal inmost peace