Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts
Saturday, 16 March 2019
It was raining
Like a three act play
Writing the words that I speak
Changing my garments
Though it was raining
Thought I'd walk along the beach
To wave to the sea
I love the silence
Just the patter of raindrops
And swish of the tide
Small patch of blue sky
Gave sun a chance to beam goodbye
Bowing out sadly
How I love this Earth
At any time of the year
It fires up my soul
Walking the forest
Or climbing hills and mountains
Thus finding myself
Image found at https://unsplash.com/search/photos/wind-tree
Labels:
Forest,
Haiku,
Introspection,
Mountains,
Poetry,
Sea,
The Sunday Whirl
Wednesday, 13 January 2016
The male's dilemma
I am imperfect
That's because I am a man
Thus doomed from the start
We're from Mars of course
So we use lame excuses
That show on our face
Those girls from Venus
Will use their womanly wiles
We're gullible fools
Always so wary
Of that harrowing look
Spelling out our doom
We know not the rules
Whether springtime or in fall
The male's dilemma
Image 1 found at www.commons.wikimedia.com
Image 2 found at www.sarracenia.com
Labels:
Haiku,
Introspection,
Life,
Love,
Poetry,
Three Word Wednesday
Wednesday, 16 September 2015
Let your song be delicate
I wooed a singer
Just what did she see in me?
This tone deaf artist
But she drew me in
She tripped hither and thither
For me it was love
As she sweetly sang
Her green eyes did search me out
Such was her deep love
Our romance blossomed
Delicate flower of mine
And so we were wed
What more can I tell
Is that her voice singing now
From heaven’s abode?
Though she has gone far
She comforts this sad old man
In his long black night
Sing, sing on my love
Let your song be delicate
I dream of you still
Image of chorus of peris (fairies) in 'Iolanthe' found at www.musicals101.com
Yes, my late wife was a chorus girl in Iolanthe many years ago.
Labels:
Death,
Haiku,
Introspection,
Loss,
Love,
Poetry,
Poets United
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Introspection
Have you noticed that even on the darkest night you can still see something in all the blackness? You know, vague shadows, deeper tones of grey contrasting with the black, or is it just my mind?
I was dead tired. What an appropriate phrase to use. However despite my need to have my eyes closed there was also that need to have them open too. I like to know what’s going on. I am always aware, on the look out in the darkness. I am not your usual old fogey, all befuddled with age. Why can’t I give in, let go, throw in the towel?
No, I am always alert; waiting. In all those unfathomable shadows near to pitch black as one could imagine, I feel as if I am being watched. Now I am an old man, I have seen everything, certainly everything I need to see. Well almost everything and what I haven’t seen I can imagine. As I did just then.
“I know you are there. You don’t frighten me.” Was that really me saying that or was that bravado on my part in the likely face of an intruder, after God knows what. What have I got to steal, except my memories perhaps? And what of those, who would want them? I haven’t made up my mind whether they are valuable or not. Can you sell a heap of rubbish?
There was a slight chuckle in the darkest corner of the room, or where I thought the corner was. “I was told you would be difficult”. A voice whispered. “Don’t worry I haven’t come for you, I am just sizing you up”.
“I thought that is what undertakers do.” I replied. “So you are the advance party are you?” I tried to discern a shape, a movement in the Stygian gloom.
This time he laughed outright.
“Have you thought that your life was better than you thought it was?" Did he say that or did I? If he said it I would have to agree with him. But if I said it I would argue with myself and say I hated every time that I made a mistake; every opportunity I missed; every time I never said I love you to whoever I loved at that time and was too vain to bare my soul, to show my true self.
“No, you can stay a little while longer” he said, "You still have a lot of work to do."
And so I had.
Yes, the room was certainly empty now, except for me that is. I didn’t need eyes to know that.
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