Ode to the poo

You are more than brown and smelly
my little fecal friend
you come in different sizes
sometimes you never end
From walnut whip to splatter
my little fecal friend
you never disappoint me
your smell seems to transcend
it creeps under the toilet door
announcing it's arrival
screams of "open the window "
are heard in every household
So ode to the poo
it's always underestimated
From first sploosh
to last flush
a poo will be created.

creatively swinging ones pants

So here's the thing , you read the books, you watch the television shows , you see the films. At the end what do you do ? Do you think mmm not bad kind of enjoyed that right what's next, or do you sit and think for a bit about how what you just watched made you feel ? Could you connect with the characters ? Did you follow the plot ? Was there a twist at the end that left you sitting on your sofa thinking wow never saw that coming ? Or did you sit unsatisfied and mutter under your breath "I could do better one hand tied behind my back." Here's the thing though how many of you actually could ?
Do you have an imagination that plays in your head like a movie clip ? You can see the characters hear what they say feel how they feel. You get flash's of a story, stolen pieces as if from a programme no one has ever seen before. You feel unexplained emotions , hear parts of conversations , are transported to places you haven't been to. What do you do with all of these things if you have them playing over and over ? This is what you do.You embrace them, you welcome them and you write.
For the past ten years the same few characters have been playing out their lives in my head. So i wrote about them. I was the silent observer brandishing a pen recording every action and reaction. It's easy to lose yourself in another life. The hard part comes when real life gets in the way. It's harder to turn off than you could imagine sometimes. You resent phone calls, having to do everyday domestic things get in the way so you stop doing them. things pile up around you and you fail to notice them until someone asks you what's for tea, or you run out of spoons and can't make a cup of tea. The best example is when your walking down the street having what you think is a silent conversation in your head and then wonder why your getting strange looks from other people.Then it hits you . You have spent the whole journey muttering under your breath, pulling faces and then the ultimate moment when you make a hand gesture, not a little one that can be covered up but a big swinging operatic one . The sort people look at and then move away quickly from. Yes i have done all of that . I have been the mad woman at the bus stop people shy away from who makes faces for no reason. All because i have an imagination that takes over and announces itself in glorious technicolor and sometimes when i would rather it didn't.
saying all of that i love being able to drift off into my head, a pen in my hand, music playing and seeing where it leads me . Better still is having someone around who doesn't just pat you on the head and say that's nice dear when you say your about to do some writing. Someone who will refill your mug without you having to hint too much, who moves your desk round so you can sit closer to the keyboard to type. Someone who sorts out the back of your chair for you when it decides to lower itself when you least expect it to and someone who doesn't complain too much when you narrowly miss running over his foot with your chair while looking for a particular part of the plotline, music blaring out of your headphones so loudly that you don't notice anyone being there.
moral of this blog is embrace your imagination . Let it take you to places you least expect it to for without a imagination where would we all be ?