Image; Visual- what one sees.

Through the mirrored sky I plunge
my weight meets clouds that oscillate
now caused to dance
the sandy bottom of the sea
full rippled with reflections as I glance
before the world becomes opaque
weeds sway in hair-like waves
their colours melding blurred
I see small snails slowly move on rocks
anemones bright like flowers
what visions when the water's ours.

Image: Olfactory- what one smells

Pungent odours filled my nose
the brackish waters slowly rose
and fell with stinking flotsam jetsam
gathered from the rubbish dumped by man
their putrid flavours blended
by the murky waters of the polluted river Kann
that plucks up even offal from the slaughter house
the school its cast out dinners
the sump oil from the garage there nearby
the rotting black remains of stagnant ponds
that leek into the effluence
flow along like dirty patterns
sometimes left on snow
black motorway snow
beside the little heaps of faeces
by the hedge all adding to the stench.

Images: Kinetic the forms of motion

Torn blown buffeted about
the ancient ship its sails
all flapping in the hurricane
the fearful rocking gainst the pier
the flags in frenzy spinning on the mast
which points at heaven accusingly
and stirs the clouds
disintegrating blurred
wall-like waves grow taller
crash the bows, wash clear the decks
all objects there take flight
in whirling waters howling winds
twisting thermals blasts and gusts
buffeting each unleashed thing in sight
the might of nature when in flight.