TO RINSE THE MIRTH.

To rinse the mirth granted thus

alone I keep,

No secrets stained to impinge

my worth planted in my soul

to reap,

Encased in this frame is want...

for more which thirst expounds,

That tickles every nook in this

Body to resonate tones in...

silent sounds,

And drawn from a height... and

visualised up from the soil deep

The hue of colours presenting

Inner worlds fixed in serenity!

IN MY COCOON OF QUIETUDE.

As to be of loud company in a small

Cocoon of quietude,

The fly takes its sojourn promptly

Over tables of silvery metal surface,

Then casually flies onto my arm...

without a drop of purpose,

Not taking to liking the taste of my

sleeve,

Buzzing off snootily finding pieces

of cake crumb to inspect and munch

perched on a child's metal seat;

Maybe through the fly's thousand

eyes... people mill around liken

to some thousand chinese dolls

On this sun-drenched afternoon

Interrupting my space teasing all

sense of quietude by nauseating

Incessant buzzing;

Happily playing the lounge as people

wave it on as its innocence of being a

nuisance keeps its tune humming...

until the bell for its life finally tolls!

VALENCIA AIRPORT.

Like matchsticks... people move, sit and eat...

In the lounge,

The overall atmosphere gives off a restrained

cooing sound,

Intermittently the tannoy comes alive to give

Directions; that bends ears to a feminine tone,

Sharp words ring loud, proud and in staccato,

As I look, eyes tired through photo lense imagery,

Scenes conjure visions like paintings of Lowry.