Thursday 21 March 2013

Spirit of adventure



Spirit of adventure



A spirit of adventure lurks in everyone,

Deep within our multi-complex souls.

They say that you’ll find it in the long run.

That’s the way this accomplishment rolls



Some find it when they hate their work,

Or when they’ve lost their way in life.

Many feel that they can sense it lurk,

Thou’ it could cause the utmost strife.



You’ll find it in the weirdest places,

In the street or in the grand avenue.

In the search for your lost suit cases.

The jungle, the beach or in a zoo.



It takes you to hazardous zones,

At times to a remote expanse.

To contend the fiercest cyclones,

Take part in a game of chance.



Suspect there’s something amiss with mine,

The thought is enough to make me cry.

On scary issues, I toe the line.

A dare-devil act? Just hear me sigh.



The thought of spiders and crawly bugs,

Creates an itch and I cringe in dread.

Of lions, tigers and violent thugs,

Not behind bars?  I’ve already fled.



I enjoy much my comfort and ease,

No single escapade would tempt me.

A treasure quest could never me please.

Sorry...but I’m really not gutsy.



Frightened to watch a horror movie,

Would rather sit and sigh with romance.

I’ve never really been that groovy,

So don’t try to make me lose my stance.



Spirit of adventure?  I have none,

A faint-hearted soul?  Yes, I admit.

If it’s true the claim, we’ve all got one,

My mettle has most definitely quit.


©June Sciortino

Wednesday 13 March 2013

What makes you think of love?



What makes you think of love?


Love?
 

What makes you think I love you?

Were my eyes twinkling like a thousand crystals,

when we met; was that the clue?

Could it be the memory of that night?

Bodies entwined, one out of two.

Was it the morning when we went our separate ways?

That sneaky teardrop fell as I withdrew.

You smile as if someone had just given you heaven.

Yes okay, I love you, of course it’s true.



©June Sciortino

Monday 11 March 2013

Wintery Assault



Wintery Assault



Million smarting blunted pins,

Pierce my face and sting my eyes.

As I emerge from inside to out,

acute chill triggers horrid demise.



Hot wet droplets roll down my face,

clammily cold as they reach my chin.

I rub them away with the back of glove,

before they dampen my spirit within.



Try to push head deep into collar.

Take cover from this cutting assault.

Dislodge hat, so ears complain bitterly,

aversion for cruel glacial onslaught.



Wind pierces my thermal gloves,

hands in pockets, take sanctuary.

Didn’t expect a sub-zero.

Okay,  I know it’s January.



Pavement white, sprayed with icing sugar.

Sky ghostly pale, promise of more trouble.

Moon and stars remain at home snug,

logical; the temperature is minus double



Head down, march against the offensive.

Make haste to reach home and heat.

Difficult to rush and achieve my goal,

as  I have to walk on frozen numb feet.



©June Sciortino

Sunday 10 March 2013

Unbelievable



Unbelievable




He creeps stealthily into the dark,

eyes take in every eerie shadow.


He is one that holds no belief,

but listens...heart thrashing to…

the rustle and stifling chafe of sinister,

seeking to conquer any sense of disquiet.


Then it scrapped his ankle…knife sharp.

A bloodcurdling scream looms behind as he runs.

Until he sees in the mirror...complete dismissal,

concave cheeks, a shadow of his former self.


His fear is lost in the stench…

of the long departed remains of his mind.


©June Sciortino

Wednesday 6 March 2013

Cotton Wool Brain



Cotton Wool Brain

My forever aim is to pen
An inspiring piece each day
Though I sit here at my desk
My mind will just not play

Maybe because it’s Saturday
Though Tuesday was the same
Fog has encroached my license
Heck,  cranial mist is to blame

Browse my list of exceptional words
To try and gather stimulation
But nothing emerges to my shame
Of my condition, no revelation

I glance to the open window
Air might give me a jolt
I search and scour the garden
Zilch..... Mind in total revolt

Exasperated I reach for coffee
Splash face with ice-cold waters
Return to my desk with vigour
Situation the same, nought alters

Not a single notion has come
Creativity down the drain
Convinced I have the answer
Cotton wool has invaded my brain



©June Sciortino