Uninvited Ghost

There is something not quite right

Something feels a little weird

The door which I closed this morning

Is now ajar. I stand still

 

My heart beats loudly, inside my head

I walk into the lounge, its silent

I cant quite work out whats missing,

I stand still looking around

 

The fish pump is quiet, its not working at all

I look at the plug, its turned off

The phone is unplugged as well,

Something here is not right

 

I sit silently, I take it all in

An old lady died here last year

Is she trying to tell me something?

I really don’t want a ghost here.

 

I shake myself together,

It must have been me,

Not with it this morning,

There is no uninvited ghost here.

 

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Gentle Start

Coffee in hand, steam gently rising

Sat on my favourite chair in the garden

The heat of the sun shines strongly on my face

I close my eyes, its bright yellow

 

There is peace in the air, not a sound to be heard

not a bird, or a bee has woken this early

A cool soft  breeze brushes against my legs

Silent, gentle start to a working day.

The cheek of it

Stillness surrounds me, peace is here

To my right I hear the goats bells,

The deep clanging fills the air

To my left to cows bellow loudly

Their noise jumbles with the bells

Behind me the birds chatter joyously

Their music tries to fill the air

Above me is the fly highway

They buzz backwards and forwards with speed.

They are nosier than everything else

They have broken the stillness and peace

The cheek of it all.