Thursday Thrum- a waltz( a haiku)

THRUMBA, THRUMBA, THRUMBA!

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A pleasant day with clouded sunshine and no rain. Birds chirp merrily and a lone cuckoo sings away a requiem to the spring hidden in the lush branches outside. Life’s facade seems serene from outside. But beneath the calm surface is a tinder-box fuelled by fear, a vague sense of unease and eerie forboding. I dread to touch the door – knob that has been touched by many of my own house. I dread to sit in the cab and would rather walk a mile and carry heavy bags. I no longer visit the grocery at the smallest pretext. I no longer haggle with the vegetable vendor for extras and better price for I have stopped visiting one. My regular vendor was so upset that he landed at my doorstep with a week’s supply and did not even ask for money. Maybe, he was also having withdrawal symptoms! I avoid…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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