My life, My Tapestry

By Aarron Mondello

27/11/2017

All the pieces were on the ground
Of a life that was lied to me
And whenever I tried to walk
I sliced and cut my feet
On the the shards scattered around
The shards of broken memories

I began to pick the pieces up
Tried to find how they all fit
Tried to match the edges up
But they refused to knit
There was something missing in this puzzle
That held all these little bits

It was like trying to write a story
When your pen has no ink
It was like trying to keep it all together
When you’re so close to the brink
It forced me to stop and look
To stop and really think

I saw nothing around at first
When I stopped to stare
Nothing there was in my life
That made me want to care
But bit by bit I began to see
What was really there

I noticed first the sun warmed me
So I can’t have been dead
Then the sounds of their voices
Rose a joyous rapture in my head
And soon the happy memories returned
From all the years that had fled

It was hard and long the path I walked
To find the beauty again
To hear the simple joy there is
In the sound of falling rain
And to defy and defeat the deep belief
That I was destined for only pain

But now I stand before you
Cradling my broken bits
I’ve learned to love the damage done
And the way it all seems to fit
Into this beautiful tapestry of my life
That only I can weave and knit.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


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The White

By Aarron Mondello

26/11/2017

The fog rolls over
And covers the town
Filtering light
And changing sounds

I leave my home
And walk in the White
In peaceful solitude
Feeling alone this night

The air feels heavy
Almost like I can touch it
Moisture forms on my clothes
In sparkling droplets

The eeriness flares up
My imagination
Voices and sounds
In strange amplifications

All my senses perverted
My vision subverted
My mind instantly rejects
Anything that’s expected

Footsteps behind me?
Or the echo of my own?
Someone whispering secrets?
Or am I alone?

The White is alive
Altering sound
Bringing shadows brooding
Looming all around

My heart is beating
Speeding, palpitating
The thrill of not knowing
Is intoxicating

Where moments before
The White was relaxing
Now fear and thoughts
Are combining, reacting

A turn, an unknown
Just another in The White
Of a multitude that
Bolster your fright

There, a comfort!
A gnarly old tree
Around whose trunk
Dance a child’s memories

Then a wave
Upon a shore
Washes the White’s fear
Away once more

Shoulders rolling
Cool breeze blowing
The White is calming
My heart is slowing

The fog thins
Slowly dissipating
And I walk home
In a world just waking

©Aarron Mondello


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Things I Always Say

By Aarron Mondello

20/11/2017

If you take a book off my shelf
Put it back in the same space
If you watch one of my movies
Put it back it’s right case
If you empty the toilet roll
Put another in its place
If you think you’re eating dinner here
Best go wash you hands and face
If you’re inside walk don’t run
It’s not a bloody race
If you’re going out today
Behave with with a bit of grace
If you’re putting sneakers on
Don’t forget to tie the lace
If you’re putting flowers on my table
Use the silver vase
If I call you then please come here
Don’t make me give chase
If you speak don’t lie to me
It really is a disgrace
And if you mess up and I chastise you
Don’t make that bloody face
If you listened I wouldn’t have to          Repeat myself all day

©2017


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A Haunting

By Aarron Mondello

19/11/2017

 

A Haunting.

Late last night home alone
I was sitting on the sofa
When behind me I heard a sorrowful moan
And footsteps coming closer

Instantly I jumped up scared
And looked behind me in the room
Nothing did I see there
Bar shadows cast in from the moon

I told myself it was just
My imagination
I told myself that I must
Quit drugs use in recreation

Convinced that I was just a fool
I resumed my comfy place
When there came the feel of something cool
Sliding down my face

I cried out in alarm
And jumped quickly up again
Painfully knocking my left arm
On the couches wooden end

I grabbed my throbbing elbow
And peered into the gloom
I could hear a dry laugh echo
In the shadows around the room

“Whose there” I squeaked
Sounding like a frightened child
I will admit I was more than freaked
My imagination running wild

It was then the TV turned up loud
I turned slowly round to stare
And what I saw shifting like a cloud
There was a spectre standing there

I closed my eyes shut tight
I shook my head in disbelief
It surely was just a trick in the night
My mind surely was diseased

When I looked again the ghost was gone
I walked up to the TV
I reached out a hand to turn it down
And a jolt ran straight through me

I yelled loud, the pain was sharp
I heard a fizzle and a zap
The TV exploded sending shards
Stabbing right into my hand

I cried out and stumbled back
Tears unbidden came in a flood
Yet when I looked down at my hand
There was no glass, no cuts, no blood.

The TV was fine and whole
‘It had to be in my mind’
I thought until in the darkened hall
The grandfather clock began to chime

Well past the count of twelve it went
DING DING DING DING
And when I went to the hall investigate
I was assaulted by a foul wind

It stank of death and rot this wind
And blew strong from within the walls
On it rode madness chanting
Lusting for my entrails

It blew so hard it knocked me down
I landed painfully on my back
I was to scared to get off the ground
Until I spied the widening crack

Moving swiftly along the plaster ceiling
From with glowed an eerie light
I was struck numb with the feeling
That tonight I was going to die

I jumped up and ran
Towards the rear door
As I went I could hear
Something wet splat on the floor

I looked back when I reached the door
Peering over my shoulder
The vision there that I saw
Made my skin grow colder

Mother dear long in her grave
Dripping luminescent green slime
Half the skin rotting from her face
Wearing a twisted rotting smile

This was it the end for me
I shut my eyes and began to scream
The suddenly the world went quiet
And held its breath it seemed to me

I sank down against the wood
My mind a babbling mess
Then despite myself I closed my eyes
And fell into a tortured rest

I woke with a start near 2am
Still sitting on the floor
And there I stayed the rest of the night
Against the cool back door

For the rest of that eerie night
Not a single thing moved
Except my ever darting eyes
And the slowly crawling moon

And now this today as the sun sets
And the house grows slowly darker
My heartbeats wildly as I fret
At the thought of a spirits cackling laughter.

©


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An Early Morning View

By Aarron Mondello

18/11/2017

 

The street is quiet with just a hum,

Of traffic on a far road

Yellow light paints the ground

With its eerie glow

There is a tree near me

It’s branches rocking to and fro

As the wind tickles it’s green leaves

With its gentle flow

To my right are fairy lights

It’s Christmas soon you know

Across four lanes

Of desolate road

A empty field lies in shadow

And further beyond I can see the lights

Of the place where swimmers go

It’s two am and that’s view

From outside my home

©


Featured image is one I took from my front verandah.