Oct 1 2019 Dark Night of the Soul

1st Oct 2019

Octpowrimo starts again and I want to try and have a little something for every day of the month.
If you would like to join in go just google  Octpowrimo 2019 and you'll find out more.
It's good fun and keeps you writing.

Day one...

Dark Night of the Soul

It seemed I had 

Everything I wanted,

Husband, children, friends, job

Enough monetarily - although

We never really think we have 

Enough

I couldn't honestly say

I lacked anything

Yet,

Yet, I was lonely 

But I couldn't say

There was something missing

I didn't feel me

Didn't feel whole

But I couldn't say

In the depths of my very being

There was a heavy emptiness. 

Everything was black

But I couldn't say

There was just this

Dark hole 

That held 

A pain 

A pain I couldn't explain.        

Brave Buddleia

4th July 2016

Time seems to be marching on at great speed and we are now in July. This last thirteen months has passed in a rather fuzzy blur. That's not to say the next thirteen will be any different . But will I have changed? Will things be the same or ...

But there is hope.

A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to acquire a buddleia plant through freecycle:

Brave Buddleia

We eventually find the house,

Hidden a little off the busy main road.

Eagerly, expectantly I walk up the path,

Through a wonderland full of colour and joy.

The door opens - here it is, she points...

My balmy balloon bursts,

Oh well, got to take it now,

Maybe the pot will make a home for a 

Better specimen, yes, that's it.

We drive home - silently.

We look at our new find,

Pot bound, dry, dreary,

Leaves brown edged.

A sorry sight.

But, let's at least give it a chance, we say.

We dig a large hole - plenty of room to grow,

If it wants.

We drench the earth.

Next I loosen the roots,

Tubers grown in on themselves,

So much pulling, pinching, prizing apart, 

Might I kill it off?

Now,  place in hollow with care. 

And water, 

And water, 

And water.

Give it a few weeks to settle 

Then look on in wonder 

Green, bright,

Even flowering,

Our brave, beautiful Buddleia.

Sometimes I feel a bit like my buddleia plant - constrained, dying for want of the right goodness.

But plant me in the best place, give me nourishment and encouragement and a lot of love and I will blossom with happiness- well, we all will...

Response to "Hole in my Shoe"

26th April 2016

Hello everyone,

I was hoping to do the poem a day for April but have been unable to focus in the aftermath of the deaths of both my mother and father in the last couple of months.  I believe that  I will see them again and for that reason I am at peace, but emotional feelings overwhelm me along with a debilitating tiredness  and vagueness. 
Most days I would like to stay in bed and pull the covers up around my head and not move, not get up. I do get up and I do get on with life, I'm just saying what it is I feel like doing.

So here I am playing around on my blog.
Looking back at this day last year I find I've written a quick fun poem about a true situation. My shoe did actually have a hole in it. Since then I've inherited my mothers shoes - some of which I like and others I like less.  So I have enough for now. 

By the way, I threw those ones out, the ones with the hole in...



Day 26:  26th April, 26th Poem - 2015

I was just thinking about having nothing to write about and this just tumbled out.    So, for better or worse: 

Hole In My Shoe

Stuck for something to write about
I search on the web for a clue
And  finding nothing that interests me
I can only think of my shoe

There's been a hole for some time now
In the sole of my favourite pair
And buying  new being out of the question,
I'll have to do a repair

So what do I do, where do I start
It's all a mystery to me
I've got some glue, but not the right sort
Time for a cup of tea

I remember what grandma used to do
To make her shoes last longer
She took some card and put it inside
It made them that little bit stronger

For a while,
Till the rain got in