Inner Thoughts

By Aarron MONDELLO

7/1/2018

Walking through a corridor
Made entirely of my own thoughts
I take a peek behind each door
Unsure just what I’m looking for

Do I look just to see
Or am I gripped by some strange greed
Deep down I think I may be
Looking just to find my me

Sometimes lost here in the dark
I follow the sound of my beating heart
Unsure if I travel far
Under myriad thought born stars

And still I walk ever on
Searching for that favorite song
I feel I’ll find me ere long
And the homeward journey we’ll embark upon

©Aarron Mondello
7/1/2018


Image https://www.bookish.com/articles/transformation-station-great-spiritual-journeys/

Tomorrow

By Aarron Mondello

5/1/2018

The new Year has started much the same as the last

Filled with hopes and dreams and sorrow

And tainted with shadowed memories of past

Desires I held for all my tomorrow’s

And already I feel the days go too fast

And end with a resounding echo

That is a projection of what I cast

Ever forward into my tomorrow’s.

©Aarron Mondello


Image https://www.pexels.com/search/sunrise/

Of Creation

Here is the first little snippet of my world Galdenya that I am building through story and poem. I have been slowly growing this world for the better part of a year. This is just a tiny piece, a drop in an ocean, if you will. 

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

Of the Creation. Penned by the hand of La’Tail, God of light, life and all green things that grow, during his time with the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello
2/1/2018


Image http://earthsky.org/space/ten-things-you-may-not-know-about-stars

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


Image is my pages waiting for me to fill them and the sword with which I carve my worlds.

I Need Your Hand

By Aarron Mondello

28/12/2017

I need to hold your hand, please
While I open the curtains wide
I need the sunlight to help me ease
The cold unforgiving night

I’m scared and I need your hand, please
To help guide me to the window
Lest fate begins to jest and tease
And leaves me lying in the snow

I just need to know you’re there, dear
While I pull the curtains open
While I listen nervously for voices near
Vile and softly spoken

Please my love just give me your hand
I’m begging you from my knees
Kneeling here in the grit and sand
Help me open the curtains, please.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Image

https://hawkke.deviantart.com/art/Hold-My-Hand-37222014

Christmas Morning

By Aarron Mondello

24/12/2017

It’s the morning of Christmas
And all through the house
Children were waking
With a calamitous shout

Like stampeding elephants
The run down the hall
Nearly trampling the toddler
When unbalanced he falls

Into the lounge room
And up to the tree
They all go a sprinting
Squealing with glee

There’s a rustle of paper
Then sharp tearing sounds
All voices are silent
While they see what they have found

From Mum and Dads room
There came a great roar
“We’ve not got our coffee
Best open no more”

Collectively they groan
As though with one voice
They back away from the presents
Knowing they’ve got no choice

Big Sister then says
“We’d best fix them a drink
Or trick them with water
In a mug. Do you think?”

They all heard Mums voice
All knowing and smug
“We know the sound
Of cold water in a mug.”

Dejected rejected
They head for the kitchen
All except for the toddler
Who waited expectant

The coffee was made
Finally done
So Big Sis called out
“Come Dad and come Mum.”

Mere moments had passed
They went back to see
Mr Four Year Old Brother
Unwrapped all under the tree

There followed tears and tantrums
Crying and fights
None were as happy
As on Christmas Eve night

I’ll finish this tale
By telling you true
They all had a great Christmas
I hope you do too.

©Aarron Mondello2017


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Waddington’s Limited Edition Christmas Puzzles

My Christmas Poem

By Aarron Mondello

24/12/2017

The tiny tree
On the table
Silently awaits
December’s fable
Sparkling baubles
Figurines
Most days go
Largely unseen
Until the magic
Comes that night
And bathes the children
In Christmas light
Excitement bubbles
In the air
Wide eyed with wonder
They stand and stare
Until one shouts
“This one’s yours
And look it says
From Santa Claus”

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image found on Pinterest

Too Late

By Aarron Mondello

21/12/2017

It’s too late for the rain to fall
Down on a child’s tomb
Like tears wetting heavens floor
Soak into her earthen womb

It’s too late for the moon to light
The path for its nighttime kin
For here he sits in his room alone
Fresh cuts upon his skin

It’s too late for the sun to shine
Down on an old man’s face
Confused, scared and alone
He does not recall this place

It’s too late for the wind to blow
The hair of a sickly mother
One last time she closes her eyes
On this world and flies to another

But it’s not too late for those who are left
Behind to mend their hearts
For though the soul is now bereft
They remain forever in the hearts.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image https://www.deviantart.com/art/Too-Little-Too-Late-106576553

Rescued from the dark

By Aarron Mondello

14/12/2017

FOR MY LOVELY LADY, MY ANGEL, MY SAVIOUR. 

He came down on tattered black wings
And blasted open my door
Screeching curses at all dead things
Promising me evermore
Shall I regret the day I drew breath
Or ever dared to dream
“Soon” he swore “you’ll long for death
And deliver yourself to me
I cried to him a refusal
“You shall not have me!”
But to my own ears my voice sounded thin
And his white eyes gleamed
He knew my lie better than I did
He saw what was in my mind
That in my darkness I wished to die
Hoping peace is what I’d find
But he knew also the time was wrong
I was fractured, yes, but whole
He heard the tentative whispers of my song
The tune strummed upon my soul
He sneered at me and knew full well
My time was drawing nigh
For on the past I too strongly dwelt
Searching for the present lie
He bowed to me then snapped his wings
Soon I lost him to the night
But now for as long as my music sings
I’d dream of his glowing eyes
Or so it was that I once thought
While living in deep shadow
My heart beat frantically, distraught
My life felt empty and hollow
Then so it happened while I was lost
Tired of living in the dark
With a thick coat of furry moss
Growing over my broken heart
That she came then and found me
Sitting in a shadow
Stepping lightly like a dream
She came to take me home
Her wings were golden, purest light
Her eyes clear sparkling blue
She knelt near me dispelling night
And whispered “I’ve come to rescue you”
I nodded, shrugged then looked away
I believed her words were lies
And I saw that a dawning day
Was spreading it’s warm light
When I followed the growing brightness
Back along its lines
I discovered I was frightened
When I saw it spread out from her eyes
She picked me up and cradled me
Comforting my fractured being
Such smiles as she bestowed upon me
I had rarely seen
I fell then into a light sleep
As she carried me to her world
Unknowingly I began to weep
When her golden wings unfurled
Silently she shook her wings
And seemed to float into the sky
Effortlessly riding the shifting winds
While I slept and cried
I awoke in an unfamiliar bed
Soft white goose feather down
In her lap she cradled my head
My shadow could not be found
Many moons have passed since then
Living in each others arms
And in the brightest love my shadow is penned
Where it can do little harm
This angel swooped down and saved me
From a devil that was me
She taught me about bravery
And how to let my light run free.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: Dance with the devil by Valentina-Remenar

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Dance-With-The-Devil-455879702

Her

By Aarron MONDELLO

12/12/2017

This little bit popped into my head while my lovely lady was reading fan fiction and I was gazing at her. It’s not much, but I hope you enjoy it.


Her

The quiet laid on thick
Like a winter woolen rug
Not the least bit uncomfortable
When silence is shared in love
I glance over and see her
My angel across the room
Balm for all my heart ache
Bane of all my woes
She sits and stares intently
At the story she is reading
I don’t think she sees me silently
Gazing and at her, peeking
The words of the world she’s reading
Play across her glasses lens
Will she look up at me and smile
When the next paragraph ends?
Probably
For she’s the one who always smiles
Even when she feels she’s can’t
Although sometimes she needs a little help
To locate her little laugh
Now she yawns she’s tired
Most likely off to bed
Where like usual till morning comes
She’ll sleep just like the dead.

Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image is apparently a wallpaper. I couldn’t find the original source.