Something is Missing
From a distance everything looks
peaceful, blue and green.
Aura enticing you to the contours of magical mystical
Rounded breathing in and out.
Voyeur, I witness the ménage de trois
of the moon, sun and earth.
Embracing sun’s thrusting fullness
drawn into the breasts and womb.
The rain sucked up by heat rays,
creating haze, to a cascade of euphoric tears.
Stripped bare by the winds of autumn,
feeling the pulse and body
of the fertile soil.
Th rush of spring throws
forward the seed,
unfurling leaves of the new born.
The moon seduces the sea, pulling tides
of orgasmic oceans.
Crushing, crashing, ebbing
flowing to the magnetic force.
Revealing the winter of the soul bare,
bleak, black barren.
Flowers of innocents stunted
before they bloomed,
tangled in the ivy of materialism
envy and jealousy.
We cannot embody our light
or disregard sorrow.
Respecting not the false skin
but the beating heart within.
Something is missing in our off spring
something ancient called love.
Poem by Julie Pritchard 2016 taken from my third collection titled ‘Spirit Cracked not Broken’