A Day in Life - Day One

A Day in Life is a new series I've been toying with for awhile now. 

Documenting the daily life of a person.
Common rituals of the day, unusual events out of the ordinary. 

A man, or perhaps a boy.
A woman, or even a girl.
An adult, maybe a child.
All with two limbs, two arms,
And one head.

Day One is... the first day of this series.
I have yet to decide how many "days" to end it.

Erratic Behaviour

Limoncello

Rainbows without a tone,
Lemons on a roll.
Biscuits crumbing,
Apples tarting.

A sizzle without a sound.
A cracker without his hound.
A tyrant without his crown,
A wife without a frown.

Erratic Behaviour

Χάος

Time stops,

A needle drops.

The last breath,

Lingering in the air.

Chaos around,

Chaos surrounds.

Chaos within,

Inside me.

Cries of man,

Screaming horses,

Clanking metal,

A grinding halt.

Fire in the sky,

Black rain.

Waiting to die,

It's time again.

Battles rage,

Warring wars.

Armies take,

Humanity falls.

And in this moment of darkness, his eyelids flutter. Like a moth drawn to a candlelight, he scans the battlefield.

A moment in time before death, he sees the truth of the light. Pure and unfiltered.

It seeps through the mound of bodies above him, penetrating every crevice.

Finally washing a small patch of his face in light.

Ah light.

The cliché of light in the darkness.

Peace within.

Erratic Behaviour

Cashew King

The shy goods are awakening.

Raising their cloudy hackles,

Growling and sneering,

It's about to get ugly.

Tickle tickle,

Catch my fancy.

Flushed red like peonies,

Drooping like grannie's...

The Bathroom Poet

Path of Light

A child holds her lantern up high as she approaches the cave. 

Soft warm light glinting off the still surfaces of the underground lake, casting a silhouette upon the great stalactites and stalactites that lay beyond the gloom.

In silence, she knelt gently beside the lapping waves. Cradling the piece of jade bestowed upon her, she slowly lowered it down beneath the steely cold damp.

Contact with the lake stopped time, transforming the entirety of darkness into...

The Bathroom Poet

Have a Little Faith

Might and magic,

Bites and logic,

Bacon wrapped mandrels,

Jack's tiny tendrils.

The flight of a bumblebee,

A definitive Yes! No! or Maybe?

Thousand yards of silken linen,

A lungful gasp of carcinogen.

The Bathroom Poet

What Does The Fox Say?

I've been spending copious amounts of time, 

Free time, 

Break time, 

Sleeping time, 

Down time, 

on crafting small wooden rings.

I have yet to feel compelled,

As I was or may have been before,

To write,

Expressing myself.

Where is the tingling rush?

The spine-chilling feeling,

When the words ring in my mind,

Flowing from my fingertips.

I no longer doodle,

Nor do I draw.

If its even considered drawing,

In the first place.

Altered,

I have been,

But what does the fox say?

Erratic Behaviour