Noun-ectomy

I have a friend who tells me
that her vocabulary
has undergone a radical noun-ectomy
which makes it rather hard for her
to give lucid instructions,
unless she uses gestures. I suspect that she

may well be inventing
a new, interactive language
where all the nouns are gradually replaced
by “thing”, the handy word
that means everything and nothing
I see exasperation on her face.

as the nouns all slip away
and everything’s a thing
conversation becomes a game of cold to hot
as you try to figure out
to which noun she is referring
you touch things to see if she nods or not…

“No, no, get the thing over there. You know, the thing, the little thing behind the big thing. Not that thing, the other thing…”

#214

Brain Crumbs

When my mind goes wandering
and my thoughts begin to roam
I leave a trail of brain crumbs
to find my way back home.

But sometimes they get picked up
and carefully tucked away
by those who have no crumbs
of their own with which to play.

So if you see some brain crumbs
on some existential plane
let them lie, or I might not
find my way home again.

 

#213

The Number of Our Days

If our days are numbered
by the times that our heart beats
it seems an awful shame that
so much is spent in sleep,

so much spent cleaning bathrooms,
or washing up the dishes,
too little spent in berry picking
rambles in the ditches.

so little time spent searching
for the rainbow’s end,
for beauty or for wonder,
or for time spent with a friend.

So if our days are numbered
by the times that our heart beats
please let me use each second left
to make it twice as sweet.

 

#211

We Dream

Slugs dream of leaves.
Bats dream of bugs.
Bugs dream of sleeping
All snug in a rug.
Birds dream of worms.
Worms dream of loam.
Rabbits dream of carrots
and I dream of home

Foxes dream of mice
Mice dream of cheese.
Deer dream of nibbling
my apple trees.
Cats dream of fish.
Dogs dream of bones.
Horses dream of apples
and I dream of home.

Pigs dream of mud.
Cows dream of barns.
Frogs dream of flies
and kittens dream of yarn.
Fish dream of streams.
Bees dream of combs.
Bears dream of honey
but I dream of home.

Home with my honey
yes I dream of home.

#210

Sicksth Sense

I begin to think some people go deaf in self defence
and perhaps the same extends to the other four senses.
As noise becomes unbearable, do we just shut it out
and sacrifice the birdsongs as well as the shouts?

And though we’d lose caresses too, do we insulate our skin
from the constant push and shove we immersed ourselves in?
When dietary guidelines become too much of a chore
do we decide food isn’t very interesting anymore?

Would we forego the wild rose scent just so we could shun
the smell of car exhaust and garbage rotting in the sun?
When flashing lights and gory sights make us close our eyes
will we forget to open them to a rainbow or sunrise?

It’s tempting, oh so tempting, to shut down in self defence
but I won’t because I got a message from my sixth sense
that says to make my sensory receptors more selective,
like sponges for the good stuff, for the bad stuff like reflectors.

 

#209

Joy Forevermore

Today I cast my spirit to the wind,
I ride along the currents
and slide across the skies
until I feel the love beneath me pull me in
and join the other happy hearts
who toast the groom and bride.
May your love give you wings
and a safe nest that brings
you joy forevermore.

 

#208

for Paul and Chantalle on their wedding day, wish I could be there.

Thunder Storm Rolling Again

Flash
count to five.
Crash
close my eyes.
Thunder storm’s rolling again.

Flash
count to four.
Crash
can’t ignore
the spider lights arc through my brain.

Flash
count to three
Crash
and I need
to run but I’m rooted in place.

Flash,
count to two
Crash,
look at you
asleep with a smile on your face.

And I’m waiting for one, I’m completely undone
Tears in my eyes and fears the size of a…

Flash,
count to three
Crash,
it recedes
muscles begin to relax

Flash,
count to four
Crash,
sounding more
like it’s doubling back on its tracks. 

Flash,
count to five
Crash,
close my eyes
Thunder storm’s rolling again.

#206