Contemplating the colour of nothingness
Watching the sky
A blue nothingness
No cloud, no birds just nothingness
Takes my mind away
Floating into nothingness
A big blue nothingness
My thoughts are on nothingness
And blue
What colour is nothingness ?
Can nothingness be blue ?
This is my nothingness
So it is blue
My nothing thought becomes a something thought
What colour IS nothingness???
Is it nothing ?
No colour ? ! ***
If so how do we know it's nothingness ?
Is it black ?
Or is white ?
I find this troublesome
Upsetting my thoughts on nothingness
If its any colour you want it be does that actually make it a something ????**
I close my eyes and think on this nothingness
And now it's a hazy lightish greyish blackish nothingness
With flashes of blue!!!!******
In these hours of contemplating the colour of nothingness
I have learnt this
The colour of nothingness is complicated
It's many colours
It can be whichever colour you want it be
In which case my nothingness is blue
For now .
Word Worms
I think we have all heard of an Ear Worm.
That annoying tune that goes around and around in your head.
It was placed in your ear via an outside source, the radio, or that annoying person who is always whistling or humming.
Anyway, it gets into your ear and worms its way into head where it becomes a head worm, going around and around for hours and hours until you think it will drive you mad.
The only way you can get rid of it is to pass it on, give it to someone else.
Become that annoying person who is whistling singing or humming.
Do it quietly so no one really notices you are doing it.
Hum the offending tune quietly whist you are standing at the check out in the supermarket, or on the station platform. Infect as many people as you can.
Spread the Worm.
Believe me you will feel better!
I have many different worms in my head
Songs, tunes and annoyances in general.
I also have words buzzing around and around.
They string together and grow.
I call them Word Worms.
They grow and grow and torment me until I write them down.
I have so, so many Word Worms in my head.
So many, that sometimes I think my head will burst.
So I am passing some on to you.
Spread the Worm my friend.
Spread the Worm!
Missing Prose.
Sometimes things just happen and time runs away.
The things we mean to do
we cant find time to do
and the things we have to do come first.
Sometimes things just get lost amongst the hundreds of other things we have to do.
Sometimes we just have no excuse.
I have no excuse, except for any of the above.
For a while I forgot my love of Prose.
Carried away by other writings, other things to put down on paper,
Things to present, other stories to tell.
Sorry I have been away,
pleased to be back.
A new chapter, dare I say!
A Pointless quest?
A rainbow has no beginning or end
It's a full circle
That's a fact !
Its all to do with Earth's horizon
That's why you will never find that crock of gold
But don't stop looking for the elusive end of the rainbow
Never stop dreaming about it
Never stop looking
You may not find your crock of gold
But it's amazing what you will find
Some things are worth more than that gold
Just keep looking
When the Barguest comes
When the Barguest comes
do not run for there is nowhere to run
do not hide for there is nowhere to hide.
It will come in the night
or in the darkest places of day
but it will come.
You may have called on the Barguest
even without knowing
or it may have been sent for you
either way it will find you.
It follows the scent of your soul
and tracks your fear.
Even in your sleep it follows you
turning your dreams into nightmares.
There can be no escape
you may avoid it for a while
but ultimately
the Barguest will find you
and when it does
stand firm
look into its eyes
bare the smell of its fetid breath
and pray.
Do not show your fear
control your thoughts
and if you are lucky
it may let you keep your soul.
Nature, It is what it is (A battle of life or death)
I was siting on a warm summers evening on a tree stump at the edge of the wood
Just resting a while
It had been a very hot day
It would be a hot sticky night
Sitting quietly I heard a rustling
somewhere in the undergrowth
I searched with my eyes
After a moment or two I noticed a hedgehog that had just began its nocturnal wanderings
If it was aware of me it showed no fear and grubbed noisily in the undergrowth looking for some tasty morsals for evening break fast.
The hedgehog froze momentarily then moved forward
It seemed as if it had found something
I shifted my position slowly standing
It was then that I saw it
The hedgehog in its search for food had discovered an adder
I watched fascinated as the hedgehog moved slowly in
And then bit the snakes tail
The adder squirmed for a moment then turned
and struck back
But the hedghog had lowered its spines covering its face like a monks hood
The risk to the hedgehog was great
One mistake
One bite from the adder on exposed face, snout or foot and the consequences could be fatal
The headgehog would suffer a slow death
Or at the very least be very ill
But not this time
The adder spiked itself on the hedgehogs spines
It was as if it was dazed for a moment.
The adder withdrew quickly and began to move away tongue flickering tasting the air
The hedgehog followed shuffling after the snake
Biting it's tail again
The adder turned its sinewy body and struck in retaliation
But the hedgehog had lowered its spines again
The adder spiked itself
causing further injury
Again the adder attempts to move away
But its tormentor has not finished
The hedgehog follows biting again
The process continued
The hedgehog biting then lowering its spines, defending
The adder is slower now it's head and eyes bleeding
It's body covered with bites
The hedgehog bites again this time nearer to the head
The adder tries to turn painfully slowly
Its mouth is partly open
Its tongue to the side
One last twitch
It is still
The adders battle is done
The hedgehog begins to feed
Working from the tail ripping the skin open the hedgehog feasts on the exposed flesh beneath
I watch for a while longer
The headgehog dines for a while
Then moves away
Disappearing into the undergrowth
Looking for some other morsal
It leaves the half eaten adder
A meal for some other creature
This is the way of nature
It is said nature is cruel
I don't think so
It is what it is
This time the adder lost its battle providing a meal for the hedgehog
But the adder had also been hunting earlier in the day
Some unfortunate mouse or frog had been it's dinner
This is the reality of nature
It is what it is
Perfect Morning
One morning I shall wake up
Sort myself out ready for the day
and go downstairs
I shall make my cup of tea
Prepare my breakfast
and switch on the radio to listen to the news
And the radio news will say
"This is a good day"
" Peace has broken out all over the world"
" People are being kind to each other"
"Sharing food and drink "
I will open the window
and hear
People singing
(All in tune)
and playing happy music
(But not too loud)
and I will see people
Dancing in the streets
( But not to wild)
Young folk will be helping the old
Old folk will be talking to the young
People will be polite to each other
Back on the radio
They will anounce
"The rich are sharing out their fortunes "
and helping the poor "
"All religions are praying together "
and joining together to heal the world"
"Politicians are telling the truth"
(Sort of)
"Soldiers are laying down their guns"
I will step outside
and I will smile
The Sun will be shining
The Sky will be blue
The air will be fresh and clean
The Birds will be singing
The Bells will be ringing
and ringing
and ringing
and
I will roll over and turn off the alarm clock
and realise
It was just a dream
Oh well!