On life and its vagaries

The Art of Living

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The Art of Living



I had slept

Without a mosquito net

On my first day in the new city


Did I say slept?

That isn’t even an exaggeration

That’s an utter lie


The room, the cot, the night, the sounds

The earth itself

May have slept


Me and the mosquitoes didn’t

We fought

And I was not deadly bruised

I was totally mauled


The next morning saw me

At the nearest mall

Searching for a mosquito net


Then on every night

I would spread the mosquito net

Over my bed stead


And by that time

All the mosquito’s in the room

Would be inside it


Happily  I would close the net

Insert all the corners under the bed

And sleep on the floor



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  1. LOL…wildly clever. I’ll have to tell my brother in Africa, he’s been going about things in the wrong manner…lol

    ~Lady Day

    June 5, 2012 at 6:19 pm

  2. Reblogged this on Bride of the Book God and commented:
    I liked this very much, but especially so with added Van Gogh


    June 5, 2012 at 6:30 pm

  3. This is wonderful!

    Susan L Daniels

    June 5, 2012 at 7:43 pm

  4. YES~! Laughing and Delighting in the imagery~


    June 5, 2012 at 8:44 pm

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