
Connections form between young and old
As the tribe gathers at these tables
Every nugget may not be gold
And truths told as if they are fables
The dining room, like a rush-hour train
A gaggle of gossip between gulps of water
The old folks never tire to explain
Love for their new grandson and daughter
Two hands touch to make a familiar bond
Share secrets down the generations
Soft in comfort where love belongs
And meets all expectations
Shared with WDYS #257 picture prompt and also submitted for an assignment at AllPoetry.com as follows:
Write a 12 to 24-line poem in any style that uses simile. Keep the imagery consistent and clear. Make sure that you use two clear examples of simile in your poem using the words ‘as’ or ‘like’ as discussed in the lesson. Try to write in the present tense and incorporate at least one concrete use of the senses in addition to imagery and metaphor, which was covered in the previous assignment.
Today I’m feeling:
Reasonable and positive, fairly relaxed.
I woke up late, allowing myself to get up when I felt ready. I had no real appointments or plans, so it was no big deal.
Health:
Physical: 7
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
The hairdresser today, who paid particular attention to trimming the hair out of my ears.
I think that as she knows that as I always tip her and my cut is quick and easy for her, perhaps she felt that she owed me a little extra. I usually enjoy pulling the hair out of my ears whilst I’m waiting at traffic lights. I’ll have to wait a few weeks for them to grow back again.
The best thing about today was:
Well, it might not be right to say it was the best thing but the main thing that happened today was going to another funeral.
This one was for a friend of a friend who, whilst riding his pushbike, got hit into a ditch by a drunk driver who sped off, but was later tracked down.
If he hadn’t sped off and stayed to help, there was a chance that it might have saved this guy’s life.
Today was his cremation and I drove us there and followed the proceedings, which is something I’ve grown used to here. There were lots of fireworks today, more than I’ve seen before.
There were also lots of people; the guy was a well-liked coffee shop owner and his wife works at the university. He was only 32.
Despite the heat, the three hours there went quickly and I was inspired to write a few related rhymes while there.
Something I learned today?
Stumbling on a video about Junji Ito alerted me to the fact that he has a lot more work out there than I realised. It was an interesting psychological analysis of his work which gave me a better appreciation of his style of horror.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
At the funeral, Amy asked me to fan her to cool her down, to cool us both down. She said that the other aunties there would be jealous because her man was fanning her, something that most Thai men wouldn’t think about doing.
Indeed, one old uncle was curious and came over to try to chat a little but he didn’t stay for long.









