Happy Place

There’s a rushing in my ears

I just can’t block it out

A bubbling in my throat that

Makes me want to scream and shout

A tightness in my chest that

Makes it hard to breathe

Where did these feelings come from

Who planted all the seeds

Of tears in my eyes that grow

Like silver woven lace

Little pearls of sadness

Sliding down my face

A pounding in my head comes from

All the shouting voices

All trying to push me

To make all of their choices

While somewhere in the past lives

The memory of a ghost

A slimy little symbiote

Of which I am the host

I close my eyes and take a breath

None of it matters here

In a special little hidey hole

I keep between my ears

Copyright Aarron Mondello

25/7/2018

Sounds

Sitting in near silence

A whisper in the trees

The gentle hum of passing cars

The softer buzz of working bees

 

A distant trilling birdsong

The padding of a dogs paws

The whir of a whipper snipper

As someone mows their lawns

 

Distant shouts of children playing

At the school just down the street

The dog yawns as she comes up

To snuff and sniff my feet

 

The tin shed roof is ticking

As it heats up in the sun

The distant wail of sirens

Herald heroes at the run

 

The buzzing of a fat fly

Swooping ‘round my head

The soft scritch scratch of branches

Rubbing on the shed

 

The neighbors gate starts squealing

His red ute rumbles home

Reverse signal beeping

A high pitched warning tone

 

The far off sound of a helicopter

Rotors spinning fast

As a rattling trailer and rumbling truck

Go thundering speeding past

 

That’s all the sounds I hear

Sitting in a seat

Placed in the sun in my backyard

A sleeping cat beneath my feet

 

©Aarron Mondello

22/5/2018