20 Questions

Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, Other?
Other
Does it weigh more than a duck?
Yes. It weighs down like gravity.
Would you use it daily?
Yes.
Would you find it in an office?
Yes. Bent over a desk, or in a quick glance between computer screens and ringbinders.
Is it larger than a microwave oven?
Yes. It fills the whole kitchen and sends a scent floating down the hallway.
Does it cry?
Yes. Out of happiness and sadness and overwhelming pleasure.
Does it have writing on it?
Yes. A beautiful verse that needs no words.
Can you walk on it?
No. It sweeps you off your feet.
Is it worth a lot of money?
No. Money does not give it value.
Do you use it at night?
Yes. In dreams and thoughts and sighs.
Can you open it?
Doubtful. Who knows what you may find.
Do you use it at work?
Yes. It distracts you from what you’re doing.
Is it made of plastic?
Sometimes. In a gift bought purely to bring a smile.
Can you switch it on and off?
No. Not if it’s real and true.
Does it get wet?
Yes. But we’ll leave that to your imagination.
Would you find it on a farm?
Yes. Waddling around amongst the piggies.
Is it a sign?
Close.
Can it be refilled?
Yes. Bit by bit. Every day.
Is it a dustbin?





[This poem was written using an online 20 questions game.]

Shallow

A couple step onto the bus and ask for two singles. I don't like to be rude about people but the girl had the most unattractive face I had ever seen. The boy was quite average - mouse-brown hair and grey-blue eyes, but the girl obviously had no interest in skin or hair care, her eyes were unnaturally close together and her huge nose was the most prominent feature of her face. As she turned to walk down the isle to find a seat, I noticed the colossal size of her breasts and realised why they were together.

Aitch Ay Pee Pee Why

Well, an entire term passed by and I didn't blog even a little bit. How naughty of me. I need to start writing more. I think I have more to say nowadays.
Last term was quite something. I did a lot of singing, which was great, and I fell in love, which was even better.
Easter break was brilliant. One of the best holidays ever. Just being at home and being happy. Even doing a lot of missingacertainsomeone made me happier than it did unhappy.
I am currently sitting in a room that doesn't belong to me, listening to Elliott Smith, and feeling quite contented.
This is another of those interim blogs that doesn't say much, it just keeps the ball rolling.
I promise to post something soon that has more to it.
But this one is filled with a lot of happiness, which I think is a good thing with which to be filled.
Much love.

First Breath

Was having one of those emotional days where you're not sure whether to laugh or cry and you feel a bit uneasy. I was watching Animal Park and this deer was having awful trouble giving birth. They finally pulled the calf out, which was back to front, but it was greyish with what they called 'dead eyes'. It lay there lifeless and lolling, and covered in splungey mucus, and the mother had not yet come round from her sadation. The vet swung the calf about, massaged its chest and tried to get its heart beating but nothing happened. Then she gave it the kiss of life, and as she blew her own air into its lungs, the calf took its first breath. Oh how I did cry. It was just so amazing how it was still and dead one moment and then suddenly it was a breathing, surviving being the next. And it lay there, inhaling the fresh Longleat air until it had the strength and awareness to sit up and take a look around.
I don't think this would have affected me like this normally, but I was having one of those days.
At home at the mo. First term was good. Back to Falmouth on Saturday. I'll be in touch x