Are my thoughts worth a Penny? : A day in wordsmith's life

Diary Entry:

Today I decided to go to church. I went with my friend Honey*, our other friend Eagle* decided to sleep in. It was a dreary day in London again as we walked there in a freezing drizzle and I was as usual inappropriately prepared for the weather in my ballet flats.

I was freezing cold and by the time we got to church I couldn't feel my feet despite the fact that they looked cute.

Honey's church is nice. Everyone there is young but married so I focused on the word. The word was about Samson. I realised that Samson was not a very nice man, because he spent most of his time killing people. I wonder if the Philistines thought he was a terrorist. Samson once killed many foxes by setting their tales on fire just to annoy the Philistines. Samson did not like animals very much either, he seemed to be always killing them too. He was also rude to his parents and God. God's love must really be unconditional.

Honey's church is full of nice people. After service they gave us cupcakes like these.

I only had one because I'm feeling very vain at the moment and i don't want to waste all efforts at the gym.

Honey is very studious so she went to the library after church. I had to walk back by myself, which was fine because I felt very whimsical today. It had stopped raining but it was still cold and damp.

I walked through Russell Square on my way home. The ducks have gone somewhere nicer and the little pond looked a little forlorn.

I saw three gay men and a tiny dog in a sweater. I wondered if they were all together or one pair was a couple and the third was an awkward friend trying to be nice.

I saw three thespians practicing their lines. I wondered if they were any good, and maybe they are so bad nobody will let them practice inside.

I saw a bench dedicated to a dead woman by her family and fiance. I wondered what happened. It was very sad.

I wondered if anyone was looking at me and wondering too.

Then I went home and wrote this post

* not real names, obviously

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WS

The Circle

my short story is still incomplete but enjoy this one inspired by my life till I can sort myself out. WS

Four women, one man and their dreams,

sat around the wine bottle of contemplation,

best friends, sharing thoughts and intimations,

of what the future might hold for these five-

One year of love, laughter and joy

One year together, with spirits ahoy

One year was over-one year was done.

Four women, one man and their ambitions

sat around the hookah pipe of meditation

sharing memories and missed stories,

all five still a group and very much a team

Three years apart, but still in minds

Three relationships, two calls to serve

five dreams not quite as planned

But five friendships still well in hand

Four women and one man full of love for each other,

All from the time they lived together

Mumbai...

As terrible as all this is, am I the only one horrified by the fact that people blatantly only care about the western dead?

Or maybe I'm just too sensitive.

Wordsmith presents...

decided to post an old one while i finish something i think is pretty good and i have been procrastinating about for 2 years

enjoy

DINNER TIME

The Silence resounds.

The click clacketting of the forks echo

in that cavern of silence.

The words that should have been said

float in the Tension, unheard

 

The young one looks up

She wants to free her imprisoned thoughts;

but the click clacketting keeps click clacketting

with a vengeance,

and the thoughts stay locked up.

 

The mother refuses to look at Him,

as he glowers and eats,

Click, click…click click

 

The phone rings

And for a minute the loudness of the Silence

Is swallowed up. 

God Answers Prayers ...

if you feel the desperate need to read this, email me for a password...omoobanta@gmail.com

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Friends...

are the family you choose. I think I've chosen well this year, unlike last year.

I have so much to say and I'm debating whether to say it... but I'll be back with some Wordsmith stuff soon.