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Troll Bridge

We watched them kids patrolling above
In particular acts of wanton love.
Their giggles and laughter is noise to the ears
But sadly no sign of horror and fears.

It seems that perhaps a memory is lost
The Trolls of Troll Bridge would be the cost.
The whimsy in turn is somewhat remiss
No fantasy here, no magical bliss.

The children forget and the adults do too
Of the creatures that lurk so close to you.
So now out of sight has meaning galore
and out of mind, the creatures no more.

If strolling the bridge in the warmth of the night
Don’t look around or you will take fright.
Under the bridge or behind the next post
Is a world yet alive but closed to most.

One of Those Days

Do you every have one of those days when everything goes wrong? You get out of the wrong side of the bed in the middle of the night and step on to something wet and cold. Perhaps it’s a wet facecloth that escaped from the bathroom in a bid for freedom. It could happen. Couldn’t it? As you stand there trying desperately to ignore your expanding bladder you distinctly remember the retching noises your cat made that you chose to ignore as you were getting into bed. The midnight fairies won’t clean THAT up!

You stumble your way to the kitchen after a quick stop to take care of your business and there’s no power for the coffee maker. No coffee . . .NO COFFEE!!! No, don’t do it! Don’t ask if this day could get any worse . . .

You accept defeat. You have to get up in a few hours anyway so you might just as well start now. The coffee is set up to complete its morning task and a couple of slices of bread are placed in front of the toaster, a jar of peanut butter nestled close by. The breakfast of champions.

Next, a nice hot shower to clear the cobwebs from your brain. Clean hair, clean body, clean mind. Unfortunately, because your mind is still on the noxious substance you just scraped off your foot (What does that cat eat when you are not around?) you don’t notice the bar of soap lounging at the bottom of the shower. Well, you notice it when your big foot makes contact with it. You are surprised when you come to several minutes later and there are no police and/or paramedics in attendance. You distinctly remember a banshee screaming as your face abruptly connected with the floor. Bruised and battered you decide you can skip the shower just this once.

So you limp back to the kitchen only to discover the power to the coffee maker is still not on. It has been threatening to die for weeks and you really should have replaced it, but you didn’t. There will be no coffee here this morning. Toast without coffee? You can pick something up on the way to the office.

Your interest in the day is waning but you have a responsibility, a duty, to put your angst aside and show up for work on time. Your antics this morning notwithstanding it’s time to move. Daily ablutions completed you pat yourself on the back for coming through relatively unscathed. If you comb your hair just so, the bruising is barely noticeable.

Suitably attired you make your way to the garage and to the love of your life: it is small and beautiful and it purrs as it slides into second gear. Perhaps not a practical vehicle but you look fabulous in it! Ok, ok, so it is a little temperamental and stalls when it rains but the guy you bought it off swears that it is just getting used to a new driver and in a few weeks it will work perfectly.

As you turn the key for the fifth time you realize that the car is still not used to you. If it won’t start after five tries, it will not start today. Sigh.

And it is at that precise moment you make a horrifying discovery: today is Saturday. You don’t work on Saturdays!

On the Wall

 

                           A fly on the wall

                          We’d all like to be

                          A different perspective

                         On the world we would see.

 

No one would know

That we were so near

Gathering gossip

On those we hold dear.

 

Our size makes it easy

To wander about

Close and then far

Even inside and out.

 

There’s only one problem

I can see from this blotter

Wielded with accuracy

The dreaded fly swatter!

Make it stop Mama!

 

When I was a child I had an annoying habit of making sounds. Nonsensical noises came out of my mouth. I would hum, make clicking sounds or pop, pop, pop. I would tap walls as I walked by. It drove my mother mad. Figuratively not literally!

Often I would hear my mother say “If you keep pursing your lips like that they may stay!” The idea of going around with my lips in the kissing formation was a sobering thought. But it was hard to stop. When friends at school started turning around at my odd noises, I pretty well suspended that portion of my higher education. The teachers never knew where the sounds came from. I wasn’t about to tell!

Move ahead a few decades. I have never had a singing voice. Speaking or sound effects, yes. That I can do. I joined the choir in high school but when it was decided that everyone should have a chance to shine by singing a solo, I quit. I love to sing but not where anyone could hear me! I have spent many great hours singing in my car with the windows up. I would sing with wild abandon, when I was alone.

Move ahead a few decades. No longer driving a car, I no longer sing. But I also find I have a lower tolerance for sound. And as quiet as my apartment may be, it ain’t silent! As I sit at my computer I can hear a couple of clocks ticking, I can hear the fans moving quietly blowing cool air through my apartment. My refrigerator works through the cycle and it starts to hum for a few seconds. It’s not really aggravating, it’s just there, like a white noise.

Now I’m starting to listen carefully. I can hear the cars go by on the street below my window. I can hear people talking, or perhaps it’s one person talking on phone. I can hear the wind whistling through the few trees that are close by. I like that sound. If I’m very quiet I can hear a faint roar from the highway that is not too far away. Occasionally I can hear a train. I love trains. Depending on the time of day the birds can be quite active down here. In the morning it’s the songbirds. Midafternoon, the gulls.   They are quite noisy! Oh, there it is: the ubiquitous beep, beep, beep, a truck backing up. I hate that!

These are sounds from a first world country. There is affluence here and people are happy (mostly).   I hear car alarms and laughter, I hear shouting and cell phone rings. I don’t hear gunfire or tsunamis. I don’t hear angry protests or children crying from fear and hunger. I wonder if people who are deaf actually experience real silence. I wonder what it would be like to experience that. I wonder about a lot of things. Sometimes it’s quite scary!

Ode to a New Love

 

In a room full of people, I knew

That moment I truly was hooked

Together we simply must be

It wasn’t just the way that you looked.

 

Everyone needs a true love

Someone who makes your heart quiver

All through the day and into the night

You make my skin start to shiver.

 

Your breath touches my arm and I smile

You embrace my body at night

Enclose me, protect me

Make everything right.

 

The days we’re together are cool

Even though the heat can be felt

The nights once were unkind

But you have a way and they melt.

 

I wish others could know of this joy

So I have become a petitioner

My summer consort becomes

My love, my air conditioner.

I’m Just Say’n!

 

My first time on earth

Was the moment of birth

When my feet hit the ground

I was running!

 

Move on a few years

Through laughter and tears

And I ain’t stopping

For nuthin!

 

They say time catches on

To where I have gone

The ravages will show

Notwithstanding.

 

That’s really just fine

I think it’s a sign

Cuz now I am running

on wheels.

 

Life is for living

And it’s all I am giving

I think I’ll be here

For a while!

Rainbow Moments

 

A second in time

Never before seen

But special the colour

In blue, red and green.

 

So very dear

And then it is gone

But the memory remains

With each breath that is drawn.

 

A vision in colour

It plays in your mind

Your life becomes sweeter

The memory entwined.

 

Believe in yourself

Be the best you can be

And those moments of rainbows

You always will see.

Perfection

Double, double, boil and bubble

A wise one once declared,

Never stir and never spill

And soon it could be shared.

Loose and free as God declared

A leaf upon the breeze,

Captured and contained I fear

But never, never freeze.

Slowly steeping all is good

Time will make it be,

And just a minute later

A perfect cup of tea!