All that glisters is
generally gold, but is its
glory what we need?
people shine in our
hearts, more permanent, more true,
but so transient
It’s time for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, where today the prompt is ‘gold’. That precious metal s something many hanker after, but what does it truly give us, in the end?
Please do take part – it’s fun!
“You’re in control of your destiny.”
“You’re the captain of your ship.”
“You’re the only one who can change your life.”
Yada yada yada. Unfortunately, it is (mostly) true. Of course, there are always external forces that can (and often do) limit your ability to make the changes that you’re holding close to your heart (bills, obligations, ability and so on). But they don’t stop you trying, even if the extent of that ‘trying’ merely involves a secret dream, attempting to imagine what your life would be like if you achieved that ‘thing’ that you want.
Oh, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone or something else did all the hard work for you?
Or… would it? Isn’t half the joy of achieving your desire looking back at the sheer hard graft you have put in and knowing ‘I did all of that’?
I’m pondering on a number of avenues, in fact, more than pondering, at the moment. I’m dipping a tiny toe in some water and seeing how it feels. It is hard, doing that whilst continuing with all the other parts of life that need to be maintained in the meantime. However, it’s so, so satisfying to see how far I’ve come, in such a short period of time…
It’s time for the lovely Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where today she invites us to use the prompt you’re, your or yore (all, one or two of them).
My babbling above is a little mysterious, I know, and probably a bit jumbled. That’s how I feel at the minute. Not in a bad way, but more in a ‘ooh, I’m trying to change things step by tiny step way’.
I hope you enjoyed it – please do head on over to Linda’s blog to read more!
Those nights when I can’t sleep
and curse – in my belief – that I
am the only one staring into the abyss
at 3am.
Those days when I can’t stop
the thoughts in my head from eating me alive
and casting a shadow over
a glorious sunshine day
at 2pm.
Those mornings when I can’t bear
to drag myself out of bed
and drag my carcass through
one more day
at 6am.
Those days
I have to stop myself
from giving up
from giving in
from turning in
from tuning out.
I have so much.
Food on the table.
Money in the bank.
A heart that beats
so strong, so long, so fiercely.
I have so much
at 3am
at 2pm
at 6am.
I have so much.
Tonight is Open Link Night here on dVerse, hosted by our stalwart Swedish host, Bjorn. He has shared the story of Sean Michael with us today, who only gets to post on OLN as he is currently in prison, has no access to the internet and can only connect with us through the wonderful assistance of his grandmother, who posts on his behalf, is his lifeline to the outside world. Here is his blog Mad Poet Enchanted – so very, very worth a look. Sean has somehow managed to fund the publishing of a book of his poetry, despite all the obstacle sin his way – he is such an inspiration.
So… my poem is somewhat of a response to his story. We’re having a bit of a heatwave here in the UK and it’s making commuting somewhat uncomfortable – it’s nothing really, and reading Sean’s story has reminded me of all that I have to be grateful for. I truly am, but sometimes, I forget…
Please do head on over to dVerse and dive in – and please do read about Sean.
By the way, I am so behind in reading others’ work – I will catch up over the weekend, that’s a promise!
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