It Will What It Wants - a collection of words
It was a sunny August day in 2014 and I was lying in the grass of a park in Harrow in north west London. Daydreaming, I was contemplating the big changes I could feel were underway. I wrote a few words that I suppose sprung from the feeling I was left with after I'd recently said goodbye to someone I'd cared about. I'm not sure I dare call it a poem. More just a collection of words that needed to escape that day, that for some reason make sense to me. The picture was taken in Apr 2014 in Westport, Ireland.
It Will What It Wants
I
Weightless yet heavy me
looking skyward while, whiling
warm tears roll to grass
earth at my back supporting
blue sky above beckoning
perfect white clouds drifting
blot out the sun momentarily.
II
Hot cold and in an instant gone
love like clouds across a heart
can't make it stay
it will what it wants
let it go, go
make room for more
"I'll see you when I see you"
last words echoing.