The Mystery of the Stoney Shoe

So, I’m walking along the street, minding my own business, observing the world as I usually do. Then I feel something sharp under my foot. Great, the noggin says, not another one. 

It’s a stone. In my shoe. Jumping about from toe to toe to ball of foot, mocking me as I try to figure out how it got in there.

See, I don’t just wear shoes – I wear boots. Ankle- or calf-length boots. Ankle hugging boots. But still those suckers find their way inside. Sometimes there’s more than one, sometimes the one stone will bring along a load of friends and they have a party in my shoe.

But the real mystery is where these buggers come from. How do they get in?! Nobody knows! And there’s more… when I tip out my shoe, NOTHING COMES OUT…

The end…


Hello darkness, my old friend

Any time I see or hear the word ‘darkness’, I start singing a song…

Hello darkness, my old friend… I’ve come to talk with you again…

It’s a song that has followed me since I was a teenager in the 90s, when my daddy the introduced me to the music of Simon & Garfunkle, and Sound of Silence became one of my favourites.

The older I get, the more the song resonates with me. I understand the darkness more, I understand the silence more… because I’ve lived it. And more importantly, I’ve survived it.

I’m gonna let you in to a little secret. I suffered from anxiety and depression on different levels since my teenage years. It got to an almost unbearable level about 7 years ago. That’s when I discovered what real darkness was.

But the silence was the worst part. The silence of my own Voice. I lost the ability to speak, yes, in a literal sense. I was so stressed out I couldn’t communicate in a manner that could be understood by others, so I became isolated. I’ve gone over this so many times in my head since, but I’ve learned to stop the spiral before it takes me over the edge – an enormous achievement on my part. *smug* 🙄

So instead of getting caught in a spiral, I can get lost in a song, knowing I have overcome and just take the words as they are…

Hello darkness, my old friend…

Darkness –

I guess I feel annoyed at my fitness level

So, a couple of weeks ago I started Couch to 5K. I have some thoughts about it…

For a start, I don’t think the creators took into consideration just how unfit people can be when they embark on the journey from their sofa to being able to run. As such, I believe it should be renamed to something along the lines of One Foot in the Grave to 5K. And it should start off much easier than it currently does.

See, the first 3 days involves this – warm up walk for 5 minutes, run for 60 seconds, walk for 90 seconds. Repeat the runs and walks for a total of 8 runs, and the last walk is a cool down.

My body has managed a total of 3 runs at most. Over 4 days. Going by the regime, I should be starting day 2 of the second week, which involves 90 second runs. Yeah, that’s just a tad too much for me…

As a result, I’ve had to restart my excellent progress. I’ve had to wipe the first week simply because I’m not at the fitness level required to move on to week 2. I find it rather unfair. All I’m doing is trying to get my foot out of the grave, and be able to build up my ‘fitness’ level to beyond ‘walking dead’.

In conclusion… For something that’s called Couch to 5K, the developers ignore the fact that not everyone who’s spent years on a sofa can just get up and run for 60 seconds. I had to train myself to be able to run for a fraction of that! I had to train myself over the course of a year and a half to get to the point where I could walk for approximately 3 miles without my legs being on fire or needing to lie down.

*deeeeep breath*

Random poetry subject in alternate sonnet variation

Over the years, I’ve written poetry on many subjects. Here is one about a Native American woman…

By Midnight Hour

She journeys on by midnight hour
Her heart and soul lie near nor far
With one companion at her side
Still safe from white man’s vicious pride

She’s holding fast the thoughts and fears
To never face again the years
Of all that she has had to hide
Still safe from white man’s vicious pride

Her moon wolf visions keep her right
Revealing her most inner light
The guard’an spirit brings good tide
Still safe from white man’s vicious pride

She journeys on by midnight hour
Still safe from white man’s vicious pride

Written on 20th July 2005 at 02:28 GMT

One word prompt – vision

Here lie the remains

For many years, I have been a musician. But I am the musician who won’t play. I won’t play due to fear; fear of what, I don’t know. I thought the fear only surfaced in recent years, but, as can be seen from the date on this poem, it’s been going on a lot longer than I’d dared to accept.

The Rose is Gone

I cannot sing
My lifeline gone
No Rose of Song
I fear the end

Written on 29th March 2005 at 20:53 GMT

One word prompt – sing

And so it goes, a word blast

Little under 24 hours ago, I wrote my first ‘poem’ since July 2010. I say ‘poem’ because it’s the first semi-creative word blast that has come out of my head in a long time and I’m not quite sure of it. It hasn’t even got a title. It’s just a jumble of words that may or may not come to any sense in the future. But I know it’s the start of the creative mess that’ll be coming soon, now that a trickle has started. The dam will break!

Untitled Word Blast

and so it goes
the sun has ceased its golden song
but in this, our first encounter brought
with it a finer moment’s bliss
and this will I, who chose in me
the same old song
the same old fears
for that which lies in darkness
lies not in these, my deepest thoughts
but when I blow away the flowers
I know that greater is the one that lives in me

Written on 20th May 2016 at 00:02 GMT

Pensive one-word prompt

I’m so inactive, not very active…

Relating to Inactive by Weird Al (Mandatory Fun, 2015)…

So today I decided to attempt the beginnings of a journey from Couch to 5k. This is something that people do these days isn’t it, Couch to 5k? People who think they’re a tad unfit and want to better themselves?

Now, I’m not an overly large person. I’m short, a little squishy, but definitely not heading to the stage of greasing doorways. This C25K thing is aimed at people like me, those who are slightly inactive and looking to gently start running. Gently. I SAID GENTLY!

“I’m out of shape, I’m fattening up…” – Weird Al

After the first 8 minutes, I felt like something out of Weird Al’s Fat. I walked briskly for 5 minutes, ran for one minute, walked for 90 seconds, and ran for 30 seconds instead of 60 because I was dying. I have to admit here that my ‘brisk’ walking is slow for a snail. And my ‘running’ is slamming each of my feet to the ground while flailing like a demented seagull.

“I’m using my inhaler now…” – Weird Al

The remainder of the 30 minutes was spent limping, trailing my right foot behind me as though it didn’t want to be my friend anymore. I was feeling very sorry for myself; not just because I’d been abandoned by an important appendage, but also at being unable to get through the first day of an easy, totally doable, fitness program. In fact, the only reason I got myself home without just setting up a shack on the side of the road was that there was some nice chocolate-covered toffee waiting for me…

“Don’t tag my toe, I’m still alive!” – Weird Al

In case anyone wants to hear the song in question and feel as flumpy as I do right now!

Word prompt, Healthy