online today!Mapmaker Poetry (2)

Out the back door I walk outside, the feathered cat lays in the shade, bin smells of fish, I really should empty it.

Uneaten grapes dried to nothing, vines need cutting now, Pear tree dead or sleeping?

Walk up the steps and open the gate, waterfalls greet me, purple bougainvillea bright in the sun, yellow rose’s home to a few wasps, kitten asleep in the fern.

Pool shimmers so inviting.

Its breakfast time.

BBQ grill fired up, scents of last time, garden shears open the Bacon, I’m lazy.
Bread starts to toast, smoky scent, and smoky taste.

Bacon sizzles, flames a bit, adds flavor to the toast above.

Tomato sliced on my note book, words fade in the juice, I’m still lazy.

Plate fetched, bacon and toast fresh off the grill, chili salt and lots of black pepper.

Breakfast is ready.

Coffee percolates next to the grill, its aroma mixed with the smoke and scented roses.

I eat, I drink, lip burns a bit, too much chili? Wish my neighbor would shut his dog up, its barking a figs or figments of its canine imagination...bad doggy...bad doggy

Breakfast is gone.

I wash the plate under the warm outside shower, soap on my feet, knife and fork done, should I trim the orange tree? I’m still a bit lazy.

Washing up is done, plates dried and shelved, ready for next time
Climb in the pool, refreshing my soul, saved a drowning wasp. Why?

Drying in the sun, Cigarette in hand, feel better now.....

Breakfast is done.

Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise?

It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been.

That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it? It’s all faded now, grey is the brightest colour now, I was used to black; maybe grey has its promise.

Simplicity turns to difficulty, am I broken?, no I think not, just fallen deep into a quagmire, I can get out, will take a while to climb from the darkness, If I look up will I see a circle of promising light what if I climb further down?

One special soul could save me from this; I wonder if that kind soul ever will, no problem, I won’t wear sunglasses here, my eyes cannot be seen and I cannot see my eyes.

Do I like this darkness, I feel cold, is it better than being warm?

I’m used to it now, it hides me from view, I’m silent, and I’m darkness.

It’s dark again.