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[title] => Castling
[time] => 2013-06-16 05:43:05
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[bodytext] => Castling The habit of spending Saturday mornings suffering. Curled up in a reeking heap moaning like a wounded animal, one that's just been mowed down on a motorway at pitiless speed. Alive and conscious only to the pains of pulsing kidneys and the cruel taste of my tongue, that seems to have developed its own strange fur overnight. I seek my Grandparents house for peace, breakfast, coffee and simple thoughtful conversation noticing the heavy slumbering sky just keeps rolling over, offering little light. There as always with his spectacles and in his chair smoking, mostly engaged though sometimes I see his eyes wander through the kitchen window towards the old elm tree on the neighbour's lawn and when the wind pours by you can faintly hear its hoarse moans tormenting the rattling branches though true to season, the flapping leaves cling on firmly. We swap seats when Nan serves up their dinner and I am exposed to the towering figure of this elm and in the unnatural silence, you know, that silence that breaks out during meal-times? I begin to brew my own thoughts in solitude. They branch out as sporadically as the twisted elm does sprawled out before me. Thoughts 'branching' I reckon silence behaves like sunlight in that respect. But it's a naive and shallow wisdom limited experience provides at my age. See my Grandad although wise, never bothered his head over such things. An old school carpenter He used his hands, and by god he knew how to use them, those hands held many a 'intellect' to ransom. I hear the fork slap the plate and the satisfied smack on his lips our eyes knowingly meet, meet in the way I know exactly what he's about to say Though words can't form his wisdom I can decipher that struggle within his eyes and help him to evince those meanings and pass them on to me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 133 [topic] => 51 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => Spelling corrected per request ~ Moderator_18 June 16, 2013 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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