The Carnival Is Over, Summer Is No More....

[Muley]

It's exactly the same, except your yogis chant 'OM' and your wimplists chant 'Oh f*ck I'm on fire'

[Ted Max]

Sweet decay rises from the fallen apples that lie condemned under your hammock, mingling with the dying fall of a neighbour's lawn mower, invading your dreams.

The wine glass at your side contains one small fly, scrambling for safety up the sticky cliff-face. The sun's warmth fights a losing battle with the overhanging chestnut tree and you shiver involuntarily, but only once.

The golden-faced youth of your dream turns into a pock-marked veteran, his complexion bruised and pitted. You realise you are staring at your reflection.

[Brendan]

Unless of course they are on fire.

I don?t think being on fire is that common in yoga though.

[Moos]

In what?

[Moos]

That is, your reflection in what?

[Ted Max]

In your dreams, Moos.

(so to speak)

[Moos]

Oh.

Thank you, though.

[bigbadwolf]

Oh I see. That's how it is is it? It's O.K for Ted to go around being licentious and sexually suggestive (sort of) but as soon as I do I get told off.

Typical.

[Moos]

Was it? I hadn't realised. I just thought there was a mirror on the hammock.

[bigbadwolf]

The undertones don't reflect your version Moos. I might be the youngest but I know subversion when I smell it!

[Ted Max]

Was it?

It wasn't.

The image of the youth turning into an old man is conjured, within the dream, by the smell and sounds of a late summer's evening. The author inexpertly attempts to portray the experience one can have in a dream of watching one's own life.

Give the author a break, he is in a meeting, "taking notes".

[Moos]

I told you it wasn't, BBW.

Ted, my apologies. Please continue with your note-taking.

[Tony.London Suburbs]

Where's our resident Poet Maxie now?

Still living the dream?

Having a dream within a dream?

Arise from your lazy slumber oh! ever so "polite and funny" one.

Its nearly 5.30AM and there's a big,wide World out there to explore, so what are you doing now?

Dreaming The Dream?

Plenty of time to sleep and dream when you're dead Gerontius....B)

tls exeuent to begin his morning studies...

[bigbadwolf]

"Where's our resident Poet Maxie now?"

At the time you posted Tony I imagine he's where you should be. In bed.

[Tony.London Suburbs]

Is he still in bed at 10.16, the lazy xxxxxx.

Thats the problem with our great Country today.

No energy, No zest, No vitality..

The poetry is good though.....

[garden man]

Throw those curtains wide,365 days a year like this will see me right!

What a fabulous day,methinks summer hasn't quite finished with us yet.

Mind you I'm off to Kefalonia,so might just drag the sun down to the Med with me if you all dont mind!!

I'll bring it back with me though

[KalamityKel]

Was bloomin' cold yesterday weren't it!

[????]

Miserable, miserable September...I'm almost in need of a new winter coat

[Mick Mac]

Deckchairs on St James Park at 6pm Friday everning.

I was meeting a cousin visiting for Ireland and he could not quite believe how warm it was. Lovely.

[????]

More tomorrow. Herne in the mid pm if you're about MM?

[Mick Mac]

Is that with family? I'm golfing in the morning, but not averse to an hour in the Herne every so often with the kids as they love it.

[????]

yup, they'll be on that climbing frame..or in the trees

[Santerme]

It is glorious weather in the South West, unbroken blue sky and set fair for the village cricket this afternoon.

I am torn between a lazy day with a good book and the sound of leather on willow or a trip to West Bay for a fish and chips, this late in the season the beach will be locals only.

[Ted Max]

Anyone had the heating on yet?

[Brendan]

I would have but it's broken. effing boiler man better pitch up this week as it's getting nippy.