delusional illusion

ice - dessert frosting
ice-cream - cone cream bisque sundae
soda lime
cherry plum
a long lost lyrical hum
thought image
notion opinion
plan aim
fancy inkling
concept impression
artistic flattering
a novice faltering
ideas - faultless utopian
a perfect paragon
ideals - sentimental worthless forgotten
unlettered
illiterate
untutored
unaware
ignorant - here i'm!
life's a definite delusional illusion!

dust

pollen
earth
powder
sprinkle
ash
stour
dust
sneeeeezzze
another one....
has just begun
brush
wiper
rag
broom
to clean the empty room
of emptiness nothingness
deep within!!

rain under the red raincoat

shower
fall
flurry
downpour
mizzle drizzle
sleet hail
torrent scud
brash spate...
meteors
lightning
sparks away...
wet sloppy
slippery slimy
chocolate brown water flowing down the drain
mackintosh
slicker
poncho
trench coat
under her red rain coat
she watches the clogged drains
carelessly left open
a shirtless bare beggar
sprinting to avoid the torrentous rains
a sheet of torn wornout plastic
over his head
a tiny head clasped warm against his chest...
pale colourless dampening wet
cold clueless their eyes met
cold hungry homeless drenched
he scraped some left over
from her fluffy dog's den
to feed those cold eyes under his chin...
mackintosh
slicker
poncho
trench coat
on the window sill
behind the cushioned grill
she sits
wearing her red tiny raincoat under her rainless roof!!!

love that counts..!!!

boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped
golden silver
with ribbon pink
flooded over
till i sink
is not what i want..
not that you cannot or must not
but the things that really count...
are your palms clasping mine warm
your hands wrapping my shoulders cold and damp
its the little words
called sweet nothings
caring gestures
unfathomable love
undescribable smile
that glint
that glimpse
that meets my eye
that counts...
hearts that speak
the language with no words
feelings..they are just feelings that have to be felt....
wordless silent
they melt ....
they are what that counts
not boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped golden silver
with ribbon pink
all flooded over..
till i sink...sink..sink..!!!

ecstasy?

a yellow orange ball of fire
stacked arranged by the vendor
whoever saw such a lovely hue?
its tinted a reddish yellow..
bringing with it
radiance respite hope
is it a morsel?
or many grains of gold?
this delicious morsel tickels my very soul..
sweet swooning ecstasy....
oh have on me some mercy..!
is it the tender coconut....?
that delectable fruit?..
quenching my parched throats if i choose...
is it drawn from the sugar canes?
or the apricot which i adore?
is it the strawberry with cream?
or the roasted almonds dipped in honey?
is it the sacred pear of Tours?..
or the green sugared fig coarse?
is it the wine red plum or the muscat grape?
strange that as i say soo
the stacked sight vanishes before i know...
an ecstasy
an illusion
a mirage amidst the sand dunes
or just a reflection?
of something tingling from deep within?