a little fun or something, Poetry

maybe 999


A picture’s worth a thousand words,


but I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration

in this case,


depending on your proclivities

and how you deconstruct images,


but when I look at this photo I took today,

I admire the roses


which have struggled against all odds,

eg, the many odd ways I have neglected them,

oh jiminy crickets, roses, I am so sorry!

(Thank you to my husband for rescuing them

and how tidy does my desk look?)

Wow. But,Β note to self,


don’t open the drawers.

For the love of God


The moral of this story is that

well, there isn’t one, however,

in a quiet corner,


a small, black object sits,

object of scorn and derision.

I look at



my computer mouse.

My expensive, non working

computer mouse.

Yes, that’s right mouse.

You cower, like the coward you are,


But you also managed

to end up in an ironically, prominent


Just like the narcissist you are.



Now you will tell everyone

it’s all my fault,




42 thoughts on “maybe 999

  1. anie says:

    oh what an interesting story … about pictures and what they should testify or say … but how they lie in reality and how you now have the courage to tell the truth. A truth that makes you vulnerable. Giving personal information to the public is dangerous in image and word. Yes, you are right it can be dangerous if someone is interested and someone wants something bad. But I think you put in enough twists in your story. You are clever, and so even the truth will be not the truth!
    Personally, I am somewhat naive about this. I am like I am, and who does not like this can look away … and who should want to harm me?
    You changed your photo…I can not recognize you anymore…. : (


    • This was simply a silly distraction from some stresses on my mind lately. And yes, a lot of assumptions are made from snapshots. Social media has certainly exacerbated that too.

      Thank you for your compliment.

      Have you had a bad experience, that part of your comment is inspired by fear? Do you have a blog? You mentioned something a while ago about having trouble combining a couple blogs?

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      • anie says:

        Yes I have a blog, but IΒ΄m still have to organise myself better, because there is nerver time lest (yes and I made a new one, but IΒ΄m still commenting with the identity of the old one, because I get all the messages to the email of the old one….the new one I had to deal with another Emailadress, but there I have not my sites which I follow).


        No I did not make bad experiences. But IΒ΄m normally not talking about private stuff in publicity. Not because of fear, but because my private things are just for me and nobody else. On the other hand I have no problem to tell the publicity what I really think, even if they will not like it. No fear, but just recognizing that it can be dangerous for some people!


  2. Vanessa is 999 the same emergency number in Australia as in the UK? This was a great read although I have noticed you have tidied the crime scene for the photo. Some would say the act of a guilty mind. Although the evidence would leave a lot of DOUBT in the minds of a Jury.

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  3. anie says:

    As usual, your comments will be even more interesting when you read them again.
    Pictures always say more than a thousand words. Because they are not very binding. It is the interpretations of the observers who have to shape the words into the picture and only a second observer can find a thousand new words for the picture.
    Therefore, you should think carefully what you can see in the picture. Of course, the drawers are closed, just as so many thoughts of the poet are not written down. The mouse can be treacherous you have to think carefully about what you entrust to her and what passion you share with her. She is not the friend, she is a work colleague. For the passion and the love, we open our heart. The heart is now vulnerable but love and passion are protected. Confidence is important.
    But of course not trust in everyone and everything, that makes things complicated …:)
    My experience has shown me one thing. If you have problems, good friends are worth gold. Someone to talk to. But despite everything, there are things that just affect the people who are concerned. I feel no better when I tell friends things that do not concern them. I feel worse because it was not right and a treason.


    • This is quite a stream of thought, Anie.
      Yes, the mouse is not a friend. Not at all! But in this poem, it is not an analogy. I was simply having trouble with my computer mouse. πŸ™‚ This poem is just a bit of a fun commentary on analysing photographs and snippets of people’s lives.
      Your analogies and thinking in regards trust and relationships, are interesting. I agree, we should be very mindful of the things we share publicly, especially with internet, because once it is out there, it is out there.
      And I could not agree more, good friends are worth their weight in gold.

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  4. anie says:

    thanks a lot for your reply saynotoclowns! Well, the thoughts are sometimes weird and go individual ways. They are and remain free and what we speak out loud is left to each one. As far as my own person is concerned, I am not afraid to show my weakness sometimes. I am as I am and do not need to pretend or slip into any role, although I know that we should be careful with the internet.
    Then I wish you a hassle-free mouse for the future and more funny comments and analyzes, which rouse thoughts and stories in the reader’ s mind. Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

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