COLOR OF OUTDOORS

mistakes made twice

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 26/02/2013

mistakes made twice

that sound that’s in the air,
that rings in your ears constantly during silence.
the hum.
the uncomfortable wait.
the “somebody, please, say something!”
another heart beat drops.
each minute you lose another piece of yourself.
numb hand.
numb arm.
numb face.
why did I do this?
eyes flicker on and off like high beams.
why couldn’t I have stayed home?
that split second the light goes out.
off by a millimeter.
tarnished hands hold the hour hand tightly.
the uncomfortable wait.
I close my eyes and imagine it didn’t happen.
imagine it’s 2008 and I’m there with my bushy tail.
I close my mouth and I hear my thoughts.
I wait for once.
for twice.
what am I doing?
really.
the hum.
that hum is deafening –
defining.
I close my mind and turn out the night.
I’ll file you under mistakes made twice.

M.

Dogs.

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 16/02/2013

James.

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 08/02/2013

IMG_1698Hi James. If you’re reading this I just wanted to let you know that your water trick didn’t work. Well, it did, right up until my last 20 minutes in the air.

I kept thinking – water is wiggly, it’s smooth, it’s flowy. Be smooth. Flow with the plane.

Nope. Not working.

Jello! Jello is giggily, it’s moves but is still sorta solid – like people! Yes! Think about Jello!

Jello.

Cherry Jello.

Lime Jello.

Grape Jello. No, I don’t like grape.

Cherry Jello.

Cherry Jello.

OMG. OMG. OMG. Jello!! *insert turbulence here*

..

Let’s just say it didn’t work.

Thanks though đŸ™‚ Nice try!

Enjoy the rest of your stay on Labrador’s north coast.

M.