ONE AND ONLY ABSTRACT.

Love is the one and only abstract that the human race
accepts unconditionally.
No scientists, sceptics or intellectuals can disprove its
existence having felt its power which by definition...
proves that love exists.
Love is truth accepted by all people without question.

SUBLIME LONELINESS.

Perception, ingenuity, initiative, imagination and the ability to create
levels of worlds, art, music and dance, to building cities, practical needs
and nations with the power to love... however love comes... makes us
the loneliest species on the planet and maybe in this solar system.

A TINY THOUGHT!

Some people secretly wallow in arrogance of their self importance,
There are some who quietly believe, but come across unassumingly,
that they are truly special...
And now and again boast with their assumptions that others are
Lucky to be with them, or are privileged to be in their presence.
What a shame that they fail to see their own limitations and forget
that in their ivory tower they are needing something from people,
or a significant other, that inadvertently gives them confidence that
boosts their inflated view of self importance.
Also that everyone born... is special!
And to be alive, knowing the self, to love and be loved are the most
Fortunate of gifts permeating all walks of life, people can have in our
existence.
Decency is consideration for another, not for what you do materially,
(though sometimes that may help)
but knowing what another needs through observation, initiative,
thoughtfulness and doing for others without looking for personal glorification.

THE BLUE HERON.

The Blue Heron stands motionless,
So apart from her kind,
From the balcony the look of her
inspires dignity the eyes express,
She has magic like in a code that seems
to trigger a sense of better days to ride,
And when I catch her in flight after her
rest is done,
I  imagine whatever message she may
have brought... fortune is yet to come.     

BY THE WATERS EDGE!

By the waters edge...
Reflections of the sun wearing it's cloudy cloak
As the ripples yield to the calm breeze,
They appear like rolling shards...
Upsetting the grace and rhythmic paddling of the
Swan as she lowers her head,
Browsing beneath the glistening surface to fetch
A meagre catch for her signets squawking
impatiently as if they've waited so long to be fed.
By the waters edge...
Much of life trickles by...
Brimming over on levels without pride...
or apology set in the play of their natural worlds,
As Winter dances to its tune here and there...
Stealing the warmth from Autumn's curse.

SOME THINGS CAN BE MISCONSTRUDE!

I've been laughed at for being overly encouraging like
in the vein of sycophantics.
A favour is not my intention or what I deign to find
But if you choose to doubt this
Then sadly a heartfelt positive exuberance of innocent
enthusiasm is seen by another as suspicious and a muse
of shallow antics.

'THE WINTER CHILL... SPILLS.'

The Winter chill... spills...
Into throws of sleep-death enforcing hibernation to creatures
partial to it's twilight portals hidden... until Spring...
where the welcome of  new birth, growth, young life and noisy
birds chanting soires singing... they're settled in.
The Winter creeps... weeps...
And touches each day with tentacles of a quiet frost filled breeze,
As the snow floats merrily... the dew glistens... then is crunched...
under early morning loitering feet,
Sniffing noses the skin wrinkles... bones feel brittle and stiff
at the knees,
And the door mouse... hungry... is preyed on by a rodent bleeds,
Has finally escaped... but not from the wanton audacious freeze,
The Winter moans... but it's silvery thread glows..
the death of seasons through beauty seen... unless one's basking
in the southern seas,
the mind hurries gaining momentum and speed... whilst Winter
Moves snails pace for Spring's reprise.
It's so cold!
As the sun struggles to smile and instil a positive sight on a dim
but cloudy peak.