bursts of orange

How can the sky remain unchanging yet my heart is breaking? Our collective jar of yesterdays is a mess of shards and ooze at my feet. They don’t just belong to me. All of you were in them. Shudder with me as the world leaves with them stuck to the soles of their undeserving feet. Shuffling clumsy patterns of our then into this present and indifferent ground Let’s writhe and gnash our teeth aching at the sight of these shoe print flowers these sad deformed sighing flowers indelicate colourless flowers Strewn ahead of us callously on this path we must now travel This infinite path... reaching… Tendril upon tendril wetting the ground Leading us everywhere but back Us? Nay, me. You were there but you’re not here Your heart cannot break for a past shared   My heart must break for a past owned Leaving me raw and bloody dripping on my infinite path wetting the ground more still I must now look to my treasure strewn infinite path Thi...

Coffee ground. Earthy, with the smell of rain thrown on like an old shawl liquidly drawing from all around somebody's. Never able to keep up with the jonese's her kicked off shoes lay on the grass. Bare feet humming dug into the ground Her heart smiles... Smiling into the swaying wind Dewing the leaves then dewing the earth A mud of clay and heart yearning before her. she makes little clay heart birds that may soar for her Rooted she shades her eyes to watch them A graceful willow in knotted shawls The hum in the earth coursing through her, Shading her hair.