But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
More poems
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
A Limerick
The old fellow called Hall
There was an old fellow called Hall
Who built up his problems quite small
He bundled them up
'til they covered him all
That silly old fellow called Hall
Hope
Hope
Where there's life there's hope
The saying goes
How right it is
That good old saw
You never know
When things look up
So keep going on
And weather the storm
Monday, 17 November 2014
Monday poem
Cope
You're trying to cope
Against all the odds
But there's no point in still climbing
When you continue to fall
You must go and seek help
From someone who cares
And forget all the ones
Who abandoned you there.
Sunday, 16 November 2014
A Sunday poem
Gloomy Sunday
There's a song
Called Gloomy Sunday
That's said to send people
Over the edge when they're low
Wherever you are
Whoever you may be
Tomorrow may bring happiness
You'll never know
If you leave.
Friday, 14 November 2014
The Globe
The Globe
Looking at a globe
Imagining
Places to visit
People to meet
Friends to make
Experiences to have
This miniature World
My dreams
Complete
Sunday, 2 November 2014
Not a poem
I had a great few days in Holland last month and there are a couple of trips to look forward to at Christmas and Easter but still there is a feeling of sadness lurking just beneath the surface of my daily life.
I can't put my finger on why though, it is just a low-level feeling of drifting along with no particular direction. I know what would help, I should clear out all the stuff that has been sitting around since the great schism of 2012 and move on. Easier to say than to do. The issue is, move on to what?
I don't know what I need. A relationship? Perhaps although I'm pretty good at buggering those up so I'm not sure that would improve my mood. Loads of money? Again, that would be pleasant but I get by so hey ho.
I am at a loss. Maybe I need to set to and clear out the detritus of my old life and go with the flow. Ah, the flow. A great idea going with the flow. It's something I've been trying to do for ages and here I am still bumping up against the river bank like an abandoned boat. Time to start the engine and navigate, drifting on the tide is getting me nowhere. To have a direction though I will need a destination and thereby lies the rub, I see no destination that is attractive to me.
I imagine by now, if you've read this far you'll be thinking what a load of waffle, feel free to do so. I find it cathartic to write down my thoughts and share them with whoever cares to read this drivel. I also keep a journal and that helps as well but putting my heart on my sleeve in a relatively public forum does make me feel like I'm having a chat with an old friend.
It is an old friend who doesn't judge but lets me talk, ramble if you like and get stuff off my chest which I would otherwise bottle up and stew over to no positive end.
Still, tomorrow is another day when I may well get some whoop-de-doop from somewhere to give my craft a shove back into the mainstream and allow me to actually be happy rather than just pretending. Not that I'm so good at pretending as those who know my Eeyorish tendencies would attest to.
So as it's now nine fifteen I'll say ttfn and be kind to one another. Peace and Love. x