Sunday, November 30, 2014

The Snake, Again






I end at the beginning.
Perfectly round, I eat my tail
over and over.
The day we met for the first time
I told you
there was no way to trick me.
So, here we are,
right where we started.
It was a long journey.
The mirrors were there
to confuse you.
The mirrors lie, you know.
They reflect only
what you wish to see.
Some would say that I too
am a liar.
Believe what you will,
but there’s really only one way
to get to Level two.
Are you ready
now?



2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 30
CHALLENGE COMPLETED!

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Unseen





Somewhere
under the ice
life still exists.
Below the ground,
in total secrecy,
plans are being made.
Armies are recuperating.
Some are sleeping,
some are waiting to be born.
When spring comes,
the ground will open
and let them out.
Then
the world will be recreated,
new and green.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 29



Friday, November 28, 2014

Old News





You knew the rains would come,
so why these tears?
They always dismantle the wheel
after the fair.
The clowns leave
and the singing stops.
After that, people stay inside.
Rivers become foul and muddy.
Nights never end.
This is old news.
The snakes have left
And the leaves are all dead by now.
So, why these tears?
You know this happens every year.
Don’t act surprised.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 28

Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Chores





I suppose I am grateful
for these chores,
though I don’t know why.
I don’t even remember how
I ended up here
behind a locked door.
Every single day
I labour
at these chores.
No one tells me
why they have to be done
Or why I am the one
who needs to do them.
They don’t seem
to have a point
or a purpose.
There is no payment
or holidays.
These chores have isolated me
from others.
Yet, here I am,
rolling my sleeves
in anticipation.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 27

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

An Atavism






The exercise takes time.
The muscles hurt
and the monotony
is hard to bear.
Still, it is necessary
to exercise these muscles.
Otherwise, there will be problems,
sudden outbursts of anger and sadness,
loss of clarity,
the pain.
Then soon, too soon,
the muscles will lose their strength.
They will become stiff and numb.
Then atrophy will set.
Three generations from now
no one will use those muscles.
They will become an atavism,
seen only in circus freaks,
who will have no clue
what the muscles are for.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 26

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Bookworms



"Bookworm damage on Errata page" by Ragesoss - Own work. Licensed under GFDL via Wikimedia Commons.




They have eaten from my book again.
They have left it
unfinished and torn.
Some chapters are missing.
Some letters have been devoured.
Pages are falling apart
and everyone can see through
that hole in the cover.



2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 25

Monday, November 24, 2014

A Promise





I’ll be here
when I’m gone.
I'll be
rummaging on your attic,
breaking your china,
stealing your cheese.
You’ll hear me
in the floorboards.
I’ll hoot at night
and keep you awake.
I’ll do everything to remind you
how annoying I was.
I’ll come back
as something.
I won’t leave you alone.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 24