FLOTSAM AND JETSAM
Politician's promises are etched in the sand.
Washed away and reformed by the next lunar tide.
Intentions are bubbles inflated with hope.
Luminescent, distorted, soon lost to the wind.
Policy filled sandcastles aim for the sky.
Soon trampled, flattened by channels of greed.
Summits, strategy, regulations distract.
Whilst the ocean presents the evidence, reality, the facts.
Synthetic particles infiltrate, as it blooms and expands.
Fabricated islands evolve stifling life where they roam.
Mercury rises summoning gales to bludgeon coasts.
Plastic patchworks trace the foreshore.
Trapping taxa.
Calcifying tipping points.
Spindrift lemmings we perpetuate our inheritance.
SHORT SLEEVED GEOMETRY
Steam hisses as I create a flat landscape.
Turning each piece with precision, triangle by triangle.
I take care, pressing in good wishes, confidence, calmness and peace.
Window open framing endless blue I count off five days for each of you.
Knowing they will soon absorb ink smudges.
That buttons may loosen when slumped over desks.
I imagine expectant white linen scattered with ideas.
Your dogged preparation trailing vibrant threads.
Mindfully I fold in love.
Buds arrived uncelebrated this year.
No swinging or skimming through spring.
Instead diagrams, crib notes, formulas and lists.
Hoops to pass through as evenings lengthen.
Temperatures rise as you push perpetually forwards.
Uncertain paths branching outwards.
Sleeves rolled up, I’m pummeling promises for July.
Carefree, directionless moments.
Before August sweeps in and the examiners’ verdict arrives.
Flights, Issue Thirteen, August 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 