Speeding years

He held her gently and began to cry

This twinkling apple in his eye

She breathed a softly whispered sigh

And his years began speeding by

 

Before he blinked she was walking

Next he knew she was always talking

Such joy she found in asking why

As his years went speeding by

 

On her first day of school he was full of pride

Tears of joy he shamelessly cried

It seemed the next day she stood shoulder high

As the years still went speeding by

 

She graduated and his heart swelled

He asked her to sit for a spell

So they sat and they talked for a little while

And his years continued speeding by

 

She was married with children and loving life

He remembered her glowing when she became a wife

Now his grandchildren filled his eyes

And her years were suddenly speeding by

 

©Aarron Mondello

10/9/2018

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Words

 

 

Do you have some sad words

That I can put down on this page

Or perhaps some fiery angry words

That make you scream and rage

 

Where are your profound words

To make me stop and think

To challenge all my beliefs

And place them on the brink

 

What about your jealous words

Tinged with hues of green

Or melancholy bittersweet

Words of things you’ve seen

 

Can you find some words for me

Of joyful laughing times

Heady happy memories

That I can fashion into rhymes

 

Sit a while and tell me words

Of all things in your head

Words that I can twist and turn

Into tales to be read

 

©Aarron Mondello

8/8/2018

My Sleeping Loves

 

I see them sleeping peaceful
No lines upon their face
Features set blissful
Nowhere any trace
Can be found of stress
Or any heart sore care
When deep within their rest
None can touch them there
When one I love sleeps sound
Lost in a world of dreams
Affection swells profound
Bursting at the seams
And I see the true beauty
Of a soul travelling free
I feel it is my duty
To protect them in their dreams

©Aarron Mondello
15/3/2018

 

Summer Girl

Sitting thinking Summer Girl
What thoughts twirl through your mind?
Before you lies the entire world
What wonders will you find?

I see you hiding Summer Child
For you shine bright as day
With your spreading laughter tinkling mild
What do your smiles say?

I see you smiling Summer woman
My heart like you is growing
I’ll watch you like a strong rose blossom
And see the Summer Girl still showing

©Aarron Mondello
11/3/3018

 

The Written Soul

 

The soul is wracked by coughing fits
Coloured ink splashed across the pages
Each drop joining with dead links
That stretch back through the ages

Ink swirled with tentative fingertips
Words and sounds revealed
The blood of pages arteries
Spread across a white, lined field

Curious questions and deepest thoughts
Strokes of purest grace
Woven there before my eyes
An intricate written lace

And when the coughing does subside
Leaving dream-ink spread with care
You’ll see the story’s soul therein
Open and laid bare

©Aarron Mondello
2/3/2018

The Edge of Sleep

By Aarron Mondello

7/2/2018

On the edge of sleep I lay
In the twilight of this ending day
The room is silent, still and calm
The coming rest my spirits balm
Sheltered from the world outside
For a time I will reside
Deep within my conscious mind
All cares I shed for a time
As a foggy cloud rolls over me
I wonder briefly what I’ll see
I relax and let my eyes drift closed
Feel my breath begin to slow
The distant call of dreams arise
Bare me aloft beyond the skies
As my waking thoughts slowly drift
Phantoms many begin to lift
My mind above my sleeping self
Leave for now that mortal shell
And gaze about with growing wonder
Surreal horizons stretch off yonder
Past a point where I can see
The line that blurs reality
And separates self from the dreams
I plunge myself into that scene

©Aarron Mondello
7/2/2018


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Directions to Heaven

By Aarron Mondello

8/1/2018

Away and over the mountain pass
Beyond the domed sky blue
Be careful, travel never fast
My darling I’ll wait for you

Go slowly down the far slope
Where grow the Evergreens
There graze majestic antelope
In a land no eyes have seen

Come safely to the Forrest floor
Inviting, ever cool
And seek you out a clear fjord
Across a crystal  pool

When you reach the other side
There you’ll find a golden crown
Pass only on its left side
And leave it there upon the ground

Walk on through trees
Though they may grow slowly dark
Soon a soft green light you’ll see
It will guide you down your path

Continue on through the night
And as the sun begins to rise
Angels in the trees take flight
Right there before your eyes

That’s when you’ll know you’ve found me
Here in paradise true
Where heaven rests among the trees
I’ll wait on the steps for you

©Aarron Mondello
8/1/2018


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My world is growing

First of all I would like to extend my utmost gratitude to the people who have followed me during the last couple of months. There are a few of you who I see have read almost every one of my poems and that is truly a profound experience for me personally. You have my undying gratitude. 

Now, I have been writing poems and short stories for over twenty years and only about three months ago finally found the courage to start sharing them. It has been, and still is, a scary ride. A lot of my words hold deep meaning to me and to open them to an actual audience is frightening, yet exhilarating. I find I am almost addicted to it now and despise the days when life prevents me from writing or sharing with you all. And at this time of year those days seem plenty. At least to me.

I would ask a favour of any who do read my words though. A small one. I would like critique. Constructive criticism, if you may. As much as I truly appreciate the likes and follows, I have spent most of my life hiding from the world at large and would greatly love to know what you think of my words.

And now to the subject of my title. My World Is Growing. In April 2017 I was consumed by a tale that needed to be told, one I have not yet shared here. It was a feverish need to get this story out over the course of four days. Surreal to remember now how every moment I had a pen in my hand writing it. And the few times I could not actually put words down my mind was racing and over flowing with the words that came next.

For the most part, over those four days, I had no idea what I was writing and often stopped to exclaim surprised to my lovely lady “Holy crap! He found a boat half buried in the ice!” Or “He is the blood of Vor’Dalee!” She had little idea what I was talking about. Until it was finished I would not share much of what I had written to even her.

With the courage I have gained since starting this blog and my facebook page I have begun to build this world further. And it is growing. Calling to be coloured and asking that soon I share it with others.

I have you all to thank, anyone who has ever read anything I have written, for the courage to build this growing world.

I look forward to the day I begin to share the world of Galdenya with you and hope with all my heart you enjoy seeing it as much I have enjoyed carving it from the block of my mind.

Thank you all. May you have a safe New Years and a prosperous 2018.

Thank you.

Aarron Mondello

31/12/2017


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My Thoughts While I Eat My Pie.

By Aarron Mondello

I wrote this little one a few weeks ago when I was away from home and missing my special lady. 

Sitting by the beach
Eating a hot pie
Staring out to sea
Where the ocean meets the sky
A small bird flying fast
Across the ocean blue
A fishing line is cast
And I think of you
Ripples on the surface
As the gentle breeze blows
Speed boat coming near us
Gradually it slows
By my side another car
Next to that another few
Today you feel so far
So I only think of you
And here a single man
Walking along barefoot
Slowly up the sand
While a lady reads her book
Two friends siting near
Discussing what to do
I’m close to enough hear
Yet I only think of you
Yellow buoys bobbing
Someone freestyle swimming
And my mind is throbbing
With thoughts of you this evening

©Aarron Mondello2017


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