Reflections On Water By jaywriting On a cool winter's day The river flows freely The ripples revealing A dirty cracked mirror I gaze down upon This chilly land of shadows Silhouettes are dancing And call me come nearer I see pictures painted In only one colour Still the painter will promise He might yet use another But this image is dull! My senses proclaim There is nothing to love In this land full of shades And so I walk and walk and walk. Wide hats and leather Dogs on a tether They just want to be friends Buggies and babies Two fat ladies Pumping off the pounds Footsteps then curls The face of a girl All of the world in her smile A motor running A man wrestling His mighty two wheeled foe The world in a rush I walk on to the hush I talk with my echo under the bridge Hazy and murky Polluted and dirty Once more the water returns my gaze Fancy a swim? Come dive in Not today I politely reply For if green were grey It would be grey all day In your drab flat world _________________________________________________________________ Helio’s Minuet By ScaryMonster As I stand before the mizzen, the topgallant sails catch the ocean rhythm. And upon a distant line of vision, I spy the birth of wind, half risen. From a star touched well he’s risen, a lonely orb in an airless schism. A clockwork god of grand precision, a fiery ball with rays of crimson. And within this brooding well, he drags the current and the ocean swell. He moves the ships and lifts the gulls; he warms deck and cheers the souls. But within these tropic climes he lifts the winds and blows our minds. A minuet of sorts is born, feeding dark cyclonic storms. Convection rises, the storm is spent, and to the Sun our prayers are sent.