The Storm Outside

Attempting to find sleep in the early morning hours as the storm rages outside.
Watching the performers in my life struggle to find their perfect part.
Learning their lines but seemingly always missing their cue,
berating themselves yet not understanding my tranquillity as I watch,
thinking they have upset the balance, when in fact the play is perfect.

Rain lashes itself against the windows, rivulets running down the pains.
Tears of life falling yet strangely, I am unmoved by their flow.
I sit composedly in the middle of the floor, absolving all around me,
Calm in the middle of the storm on this early morning vigil,
attempting to make sense of the imposed wreckage outside.

The life I now lead is one of my choosing, I choose not to incriminate.
I am not looking for the storm to subside, it will exhaust itself
and I will remain seated on the floor in self absorbed satisfaction,
in the knowledge that the performers will learn to live with imperfection
as nature performs her imperfect dance outside the window.

The storm rages on as rain and wind lash the walls outside.
Calmness within the walls reflect how I see the storm,
it will blow over as all storms must, leaving behind broken branches,
but not a broken heart, not this one at least.
All the performers are important to me, they could never fail me.

There is no competition, each has won their own award,
a place in my heart that will remain forever theirs.
So let the storm subside. Let it pass us by.
Windswept and dishevelled, we can brush ourselves down and start anew.
We must all remain in the play as surely as the wind is part of the storm.

©2012 Trevor Litchfield


Cade Allsopp:The Telephone

Cade Allsopp:
Thirty something single male who, after a long term relationship breakup, now lives on his own.
He has his own apartment, plenty of friends, in fact a decent life by many others standards.
Snippets of his life will feature here as I create them.

Today’s episode: The Telephone.

Attempting to save contacts on his new phone, Cade sat intently reading the instruction booklet. He figured it could not be that hard, after all it was a landline phone with only fifteen pre-dials available to him but try as he might, he could not get a single number saved into the phone memory!

He reread the instruction booklet and finally discovered that he had been pressing the wrong button to store the numbers in the required locations. Now he was ready to start adding his contact numbers.

Who to add would be his next quandary. He had over one hundred contacts on his mobile and now he had to whittle them down to just fifteen people. Obviously his parents would be number one on the list but who else? He had no significant other in his life right now, he had few friends that he considered close, not close enough to really warrant putting one above the other on his phone. He concluded that he would add just his work number and his doctors surgery to his new phone, making just three contacts available to him at the lift of the receiver and touch of one button!

Cade was startled at the realisation of it all. He thought he enjoyed his life. He had some good friends yet not one of them could he consider a close friend, one he could confide in. Suddenly, he felt very lonely!

After pondering this new and rather surprising fact about himself, he got up from the sofa and poured himself a large bourbon and coke, he had to contemplate what had taken place in his life that had brought him to this point in time.

He had what he thought was a good social life, he went out two or three evenings a week to the local bars or to the cinema with at least a few from his group of friends. He holidayed abroad for two weeks every year, somewhere warm and sunny with a lovely beach and full nightlife, again with people he considered friends. He had a job, earned enough to live on, pay his bills and have a good time.

He sat sipping his bourbon and coke.

His mobile phone rang, it was Philip asking if he was going down the local bar tonight? Cade confirmed that he would meet Philip and whoever else was out down the bar at nine, but still his thoughts lingered on how lonely he felt.

Cade showered, changed into clean clothes and headed out to meet the people he considered his friends.

©2012 Trevor Litchfield

Another weekend done and dusted

District 13: Ultimatum

Image via Wikipedia

With a weekend of football on the TV to enjoy and my daughter away, I’ve done very little of anything much. I did get to watch a couple of films though:

District 13 Ultimatum 28/01/12 Liked it (not a waste of 90 minutes at least) French film that was really entertaining even though I struggled at times to keep up with the subtitles, thankfully I know a little French (is that a good thing?), so wasn’t totally overcome by the subtitles most of the time. Why only three stars when I say it’s really entertaining? The final five minutes where all these hoodlums get all chummy and the destruction of Paris left to our imagination!
Lifeforce 28/01/12 Liked it (not a waste of 90 minutes at least) A classic Sci Fi start that ends up being a vampire movie with a new twist on the term vampire. Why Patrick Stewart took a small part in this I’ve no idea but his was the only honest acting throughout, the rest was pretty dire. This got three stars mainly because of the story twist which was quite interesting though it could have been so much better.


WordPressSome things to note:
a) I have been attempting to find a new appearance for my blog without much success. This is becoming increasingly annoying to me but one day I may settle on something I’m happy with. In the meantime, please forgive the constant appearance changes.
b) I am considering moving to my own domain! I hate the advertising placed here if you are not logged in to WordPress, yet I love what WordPress has to offer. If their hosting fees were a little more competitive I would pay to have the advertising removed, a little thing I know but one that has increasingly annoyed me over time.
c) I do have two accounts at the Google Blogger, although they are much more controllable, for me they don’t offer the same things but that might also be an option given more time and thought.

To find the peace of mind I desire,
would be so easy to accomplish.
Yet the little things annoy beyond
all comparison to life’s real troubles.
Controlling what I can offers small reward,
when considered alongside that I cannot.
Trivial things keep me awake at night
whilst the bigger picture is beyond my grasp.
Taking comfort where I can,
satisfies even this meagre penman.
To pay up or move on is the consideration,
to lose my friends is no consideration at all!

©2012 Trevor Litchfield

Open Fire

fire, flames, burning, heat

Image via Wikipedia

There’s something about an open fire,
sitting aside the open flames,
letting the heat soak into your body.
Watching the flames eat into the fuel,
charring wood, burning coal down to ash.

Though the heat comes from one central point,
it seems to fill the whole room with warmth,
giving the room that homely touch,
devoid in a centrally heated room.
A focal point away from the modern one.

Chairs are pulled closer together,
Occupants discuss their lives,
Drinks seem more warming,
Animals relax alongside their keepers.
Life feels good with an open fire to sit beside.

(c) 2012 Trevor Litchfield


Norfolk Cat Herding Champion 1983

'Appy Days !

The Mick Box Blog

Sarah Potter Writes

Pursued by the Muses of prose and poetry

Jim Webster

Books and Stuff

Inside the Mind of a Lunatic

This is my world, my wintry madness. I hope the snowflakes leave a trail of lingering warmth as they slip off your skin...

Books Bird

Everything a bookworm needs


(formerly known as So Many Books)

Random Ramblings.....

Some things that may or may not be of interest....

Norfolk Libraries Book News & Reviews

Reviews from our Customers & Staff


Once written; a kind of testament in sonnets...

The Danforth Anchor

Just another site

Dave Farmer

Science Fiction & What-If Author


Writer. Coffee lover. Wine drinker and eternal optimist.

Henrietta Maddox Webloner

Just another weblog

Into the Sun

My journey into authorhood!

Stories In Your Pocket

"A short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger." Stephen King

● Poems 'n Stuff ●

... / My Slant on Life /...

Beyond the Sphere

By Tom Merriman