A Trip to the Circus

elephants and clowns

poodle dogs through hoops with hops

high flying ring swings

skipping ropes, balancing poles

The circus was in town tonight!

Yippee!

What the heck

shall I link in my little tanka to OSW?

Why not!

Welcome to Dream Land

I turned out the light and was asleep before I even hit my pillow. My two-hour siesta on the extended bus ride from Mombasa left me feeling more ogre than beauty queen, and I planned to sleep the day away to try and remedy that. It was nine o’clock in the morning, but I figured that  Dar es Salaam could wait. I was exhausted. I needed sleep now.

No sooner had my head touched down, then a knock roused me back to the land of the living.

 “Ugh,” I grumbled to myself. “No.”

I scrunched my eyes more firmly shut and whimpered, “Why!”

I needed sleep! I debated ignoring the knock. I figured that it was the good Samaritan that had saved my sanity and decency on the bus. He had just dropped me back at the hostel, with a  promise to return later. I feared that perhaps he was smitten though and wanted to make later more like sooner. That attitude wasn’t much of a repayment for all the niceties that he had shown me though. He had even bought me breakfast. I felt like an ingrate, shrinking away from his presence.

With a sigh I gave in, and went to the door just as a second knock cheerily tapped on the frame. I pulled the door open and stopped. The frown on my face melted instantly. As I stood there numbly, I gazed up into the smiling face of a red-haired giant. At 6’3”, this stranger immediately dazzled me with his beautiful, green/hazel eyes. His smile lit up his face, as he explained that he had seen my name on the register when he signed in. His thick South African accent charmed me back to fully awake, and I found myself shyly smiling back at this beautiful man. He wondered if I would be interested in a wander around Dar with him, to discover all that it had to offer. I don’t know if I can say that I was instantly in love, but damn I was close! A sleep-deprived, silly grin accompanied my assurance that I would love to step out on the town with him.

“Neale,” he said, as he  introduced himself with extended hand.

Yeah, I was pretty darn near in love right then. I would wander to the ends of the earth with him, but a little piece of my brain reminded me that I was sorely lacking in sleep and perhaps not able to make the best decisions right now. While I did know that I very much wanted to spend more time with this handsome specimen, I also knew that I really needed to sleep. My sentences fumbled and I gave in to my sleep-addled brain. I wasn’t going to let this temptation get away from me though. I promised that with a few hours of sleep, I would gladly poke through the deepest darkest corners that Dar had to offer.  He acquiesced with a nod and promised to come back in a few hours to wake me.

“See you soon Neale,” I waved sleepily to him. Sleep beckoned, but dream-land was now filled with visions of promise that I looked forward to in earnest. 

Saturday's Email of the Week: Talking God Today...

Saturday's Emails of the Week

This one pokes a little fun at all you good faithful out there in the flock. I took a little leeway in my interpretations of these cartoons. Happy Saturday!

In the beginning, there was light...

and it was good.

God made man, then woman and unto them, a child was born

He was a king among men...

The people recognized his words & deeds,

 

never questioning their faith or the path,

but times they were a changing.

Damn crazy Christians!

Happy Saturday all!

Matched Strides

Hand in hand

black and white strides

matched perfectly

stepping into the future

together; now

Fist against fist

black and white shots

struck against each other

in anger over

Yesterdays past

Colour barriers

hard fought and won

on a quiet side street

for them today

and tomorrow's dreams.

I smile

watching

them pass

linked

together.

*{}*

55 words

crafted into a semblance of a story

for the G-Man today

(yeah, its more poetry 

than anything, I know.

What of it?)

Smoothing the Rhythm Lines

tching
the sound of the beat
so long without heat
in these hands
kaboom

kathunk
rhythm fantastic
slamming, we blast it
enter another plain
baadung


ting
old familiar heart stops
dripping in memory drops
serenity stains
gadong 


Ttsssss
picking up life lines
serving 'em with drum's fine
tingling fingers demand
pahdum


kah-tshh
slowly we  bring it down
in clave sticks we do drown
yesterday's hurt refrain
-and  together withstand
harhum...

It's Wednesday. I may be late, but I am going to link into One Shot Wednesday. Join me if you've got some words to share...