Dragonfly
 
a
fly
flight,hover,flight,hover,flight,hover
sporadic~~~~~~~~flying~~~~~~~movement
a
natural~~~~glowing~~~~neon
display~~~~~over water~~~~~reflective
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A Sign of British Summer.
 
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A
sign
of British
summer.
~Fishtailed swallows chasing fast across the sky,~
~swooping, hooping, looping on the wing to catch the fly,~
~~~flashing, acrobatic hunting fresh from the African sky~~~
to join England in her~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~open summer sky,
swooping
over water
scooping
on the wing
chasing moth and fly
acrobatic season fishtails in
the                                  sky
 
 

Bottled Emotions.
 
 
Every
day I
look
your
way a
warm
feeling I
find inside,
but my eyes
can not hold yours
and the feeling slowly dies.
Emotions I have in store this
love I hold for you, but you don't
see what we could be and leave
me feeling blue, so all I have, can
offer you I must lock away inside,
and carry on the day ahead and I
dream of you by my side, but they
can only offer, a shadowed  hollow
form, as I must keep these feelings
bottled, locked away  and  unborn.
you shall never see  them  nor the
passions they contain, and I will
keep them out of sight, back from
where they came. Placed upon the
shelf with other symbols of my past
deep inside this bottle the one with
tear-stains  left upon the glass.

Volcano.
 
The
final cluster
of birds leave
the vibrant green crown,
their island home as they head away
over a sea of oceanic blue,
they shall return no-more.
And the island falls captive to silence,
all wildlife waits for the unknown,
they look, they listen, they wait,
in trees, in burrows, in fear.
When will it come? What will it be?
All senses become confused,
did they hear it before they felt it?
The island now bursts into sound,
but not one of natures song,
one of panic as every beast cries in alarm.
Their world becomes alive,
and rages in anger,
as a long forgotten
movement
takes a
hold.

And the very
volcano which gave
a dry land to the sea,
a haven for a million animals,
now turns on itself, and rains a hot ash,
and slowly sinks back into the sea again.
The heavy cloud that fills the sky to cover the sun's sorrow,
and an ever increasing ripple that runs out to spread the news across the sea all
that remains, until in the heart of the storm, debris rises , leaving one final signpost.