Finding self under a mountain Solid and fierce, battling the sky Clouds pass innocuous trying not to be noticed But the wind catches them You can see their velocity You can feel for their children as they escape the vortex of your eye A drifting river surges with the melt Refreshing itself, nature's reset Takes the neglected and the cared for On that ill fated journey from vivid to fade Old casks are buried in the endless sea Wine never to be tasted never to pass the lips of a lover Now add a little colour to the lifeless ocean You think you can relive your mistakes Sifting over old photographs of now grown children If only's and regrets mixed down with gin Your sage paper fingers flick the edges to make a sound and convince the fish their feast is not yet ready to be taken Final supper served after slaughter When the fresh becomes the fedit as the microbes and spores move in take it all for their roots
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry