Monday Poem

Here we go with TFE's last minute challenge... The pic below is the one I used...



Us.

Grey gathers overhead.
the first drops, drip.
Our very own private hurricane.

Ravenous gales rush the kitchen
A twister kicks and smashes like a skinheaded yob
through our living room
The eye of the storm sits quietly on our bed.

I run for cover under a table,
but you dance, waltz, foxtrot, jive with the storm.
Exhausted, eventually, it leaves.
It always does.

And after, we pick up the pieces,
wooden splinters stabbing our palms
glass shards embedding in our knees
rats and stagnant filthy water squelch underfoot.

You smile and say its great
You feel alive
I nod, damp and sore.

Monday Poem

Here we go with TFE's last minute challenge... The pic below is the one I used...



Us.

Grey gathers overhead.
the first drops, drip.
Our very own private hurricane.

Ravenous gales rush the kitchen
A twister kicks and smashes like a skinheaded yob
through our living room
The eye of the storm sits quietly on our bed.

I run for cover under a table,
but you dance, waltz, foxtrot, jive with the storm.
Exhausted, eventually, it leaves.
It always does.

And after, we pick up the pieces,
wooden splinters stabbing our palms
glass shards embedding in our knees
rats and stagnant filthy water squelch underfoot.

You smile and say its great
You feel alive
I nod, damp and sore.

Help! I think Paris Hilton is possesing my child..

As a parent you do your best. You try to raise your kids right. Its tough in this day and age, but, I have to say I modestly thought I was doing an alright job.

Pride, fall etc, etc.

So, I decide to check the eldest Oubliette's homework this morning, just to be sure he'd done what he should have last night. Mondays are our busiest day, so sometimes something slips through the cracks.

Part of his home work was to fill out a page in his 'All About Me' book. This has been an on going project since the start of school four weeks ago and has produced such classics as:

Q-"When were you the most disappointed?"

A- "When I first had homework."

Q-"What have you learned to never do?"

A- "Read while walking."


So, below is what I found written in this morning..


It's like Paris Hilton's mission statement! What kind of child am I raising?? Where is the 'Help the poor,' 'Become a doctor,' 'Cure cancer'???

Sigh.

Help! I think Paris Hilton is possesing my child..

As a parent you do your best. You try to raise your kids right. Its tough in this day and age, but, I have to say I modestly thought I was doing an alright job.

Pride, fall etc, etc.

So, I decide to check the eldest Oubliette's homework this morning, just to be sure he'd done what he should have last night. Mondays are our busiest day, so sometimes something slips through the cracks.

Part of his home work was to fill out a page in his 'All About Me' book. This has been an on going project since the start of school four weeks ago and has produced such classics as:

Q-"When were you the most disappointed?"

A- "When I first had homework."

Q-"What have you learned to never do?"

A- "Read while walking."


So, below is what I found written in this morning..


It's like Paris Hilton's mission statement! What kind of child am I raising?? Where is the 'Help the poor,' 'Become a doctor,' 'Cure cancer'???

Sigh.

Its Monday, its Total Fecking Poetry

My effort this week isn't the genius epic I promised Drama Queen this morning via text message. She told me she had something for TFE's poetry challenge and I predicted that my ditty would be quite frankly, spectacular.

I may have been a little bit optimistic.


I hadn't time to really sit down this week and create, so in the end, this afternoon, I did a sort of stream of consciousness sort of thing, and I cut out a middle section which was the most coherent. (It was kicked off when looking at the fishermen picture, not that you'd know it from the result..)

Here you go...



God is shuffling by your door
crouching, peering through the keyhole
don't move a muscle.
Return your darkness to its lacquered box,
put it high upon its shelf
simpering to the dust.
Trust that no one else knew either.
Go now, flow by,
its been enough to try.

Its Monday, its Total Fecking Poetry

My effort this week isn't the genius epic I promised Drama Queen this morning via text message. She told me she had something for TFE's poetry challenge and I predicted that my ditty would be quite frankly, spectacular.

I may have been a little bit optimistic.


I hadn't time to really sit down this week and create, so in the end, this afternoon, I did a sort of stream of consciousness sort of thing, and I cut out a middle section which was the most coherent. (It was kicked off when looking at the fishermen picture, not that you'd know it from the result..)

Here you go...



God is shuffling by your door
crouching, peering through the keyhole
don't move a muscle.
Return your darkness to its lacquered box,
put it high upon its shelf
simpering to the dust.
Trust that no one else knew either.
Go now, flow by,
its been enough to try.

Square Eyes...

I have discovered the reason why I've not been posting much lately.

Its not that I haven't been doing much. No. The Oubliette experience is so rich and varied that I had a near collapse from exhaustion last evening, swoon, from doing too much.

No, the reason I haven't been blogging much is Sky+. Well, more accurately, NTLs version of Sky+ and more specifically yet - Series link. All those shows - pointless, brainless shows that I'd watch if they happened to be on and I was in front of the telly, are now only a few button presses away... As if I didn't waste enough of my life doing pointless things...

Of course this has given you all a lovely break from my ramblings, but I despair. I have so little self-discipline in life as it is, why tempt me with this technology and remove my last vestiges of effort.

Oh. Well.

Hmmm.

Must go, I have a couple of episodes of Property Snakes and Ladders taped...