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

Down

Down

Down

You feel so low

No light ahead

Just a constant

Never ending

Dull ache

That will not go

Away

 

 

 

 

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.

 

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.

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

 

Not a poem

It's quarter to nine on a Sunday evening and I've been thinking that all I've posted on here lately are a lot of poems and not much comment. The truth is I haven't felt much like writing lately. I'm just treading water at the moment.
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