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Bus – #SoCS Sept. 24/16

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On a Sunday morning, I’m probably the youngest person on the bus – and believe you me, I’m no teenager! Nor am I in my twenties or thirties… sigh!

But that got me thinking. Just because I am physically the youngest, does that mean I am also the youngest mentally? If I have my health and all my mental faculties about me when I’m a pensioner (or senior, as people of a certain age are known in other countries), I want to see the funny, light side of life. I want to find joy in the most mundane of things, have a cheeky sense of humour and not feel constricted by deadlines, by the Monday to Friday routine, by all those matters that can weigh us down when we’re of (standard) working age.

I have wondered, every now and again, what is going on in the minds of my older fellow travellers. I hope they are enjoying life in the way I aspire to, when I reach their age. They’ve contributed to society, paid their way, put the hours in. I think they deserve to kick back and wear a cheeky grin, don’t you?

 

It’s Saturday (hurrah!) so that means it’s time for the lovely Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, and this week she invites us to write using the word ‘bus’, or a word that includes it.

Please do hope on over to her blog to enjoy what others have written!

Illusion – A Dash of Sunny

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what if the life we lived

the stuff we fret on

the hopes and joys in which we revel,

the envies and jealousies to which we are subject

like little ships tossed on a violent sea,

 what if they were but a dream

 – a fantasy

 – an illusion

a facsimile of a real life?

what if we, ourselves, were but a fiction?

would we change?

would we hang up our hats at the door to our lives

and just give up?

or would we carry on, regardless,

because that’s what life is –

experiencing, tasting, touching, wanting, needing, hurting –

for without all of that, we are nothing?

 

This week on A Dash of Sunny, we are asked to write on dreams. Again, I’ve taken a sideways step – rather than sharing my dreams, I’m playing the ‘what if?’ game. What if our lives are but a dream, and not really ‘real’?

Do hop on over to A Dash of Sunny, and find out what others have done! Or… take part!

The never life – Poetic Bloomings

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seasons pass so hither and thither

as we walk about with our heads laid down

searching screens for ideas anew

all-while forgetting the me and the you

all-while forgetting the me and the you

we are in front of each other

with our vacant plate faces

searching for something in far away places

searching for something in far away places

that bag, that car, that three bed, four bath

as if our existences only have meaning

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

is nothing worth having, we ignore the truth

the truth of the empty have-it-all journey

hurtling prone on a rubber-wheeled gurney

it’s no life, I tell you

it’s death in suspension

all while we’re forgetting

the me and the you

 

Today, over at Poetic Bloomings we are invited to choose a quote, and let our poetry bloom from there.

I have become (recently) a huge admirer of E.E. Cummings’ poetry, and so I couldn’t resist jazzing on his poem, ‘Anyone lived in a pretty how town’, which as I understand it, is about the loss of identity in the modern world. Funny how this is so prescient – he would have a field-day with that theme now, I think.

My specific inspiration for my poem was the final verse:

“Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain”

I hope you enjoy my offering – please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to read more – and do take part if you can!