A Light in Dark Places

The Poetry of Motion

I worked as a welder fabricator for twenty-five years, and along the way and as long as I can remember, I enjoyed a crowded room for enough time as was shared in my own space with or without company in the time I would love to relax. Others who were relaxing were a little pushy with questions most wouldnt answer, so they also came to me a fair bit, and I would enjoy actually saying something in another way other than that which they most likely expected and were looking for to transpose thoughts which just pop in the mind without even touching the sides and without provocative thoughts entering their heads. And this would actually relax them and ease all words to the flow of other surrounding conversations that they now would if they wished more easily be able to join. I had a lot of thought regarding my ability to defuse trouble, which was always liked even by those who stirred the strings just to get an answer. If I wanted to, I may give it, or Id use one of the other ways of reacting that I could choose in ensuring quality time, which is short for not only myself but the others with and around me. Sometimes when people brought things up that made others hush to hear the reply, I would take the opportunity to say something anyway even though I didnt have to with a little thought and wit, and I make the others laugh at the good old Aussie comebacks being used, even the ones that had to have more than a one line. And if you could do it in two, everyone smiles, and so poetry was there in the motion of freely playing the game, sharing the fun of showing the humour in good conversation.