IS IT A HAIKU

Haiku

BLACK WING TIPS

LIT BY GOLDEN SHINE

PALE MOON RISING

BRANCHES ALMOST BARE.

 

 

 

What was the point.

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Here I stand in the wreckage of my life,windswept and frightened.Where have the years gone what have I done where are the goals I had when my journey was begun.

I had dreams, I had hopes and targets to meet.Where did I loose it all,what happened to me, what happened to my schemes, my hopes and my dreams.

The daily treadmill of life, the relentless repeating programme of pain and boredom. The sadness, the heart ache the strife. Did I not try hard enough I was a worker, a mother and a wife.

Perilously perched on the edge of my life looking out on the dark, deserted landscape  of all that I have failed. The  unspoken words and screaming thoughts that have been caught and impaled .

What have I earned, what have I won.  What has it taught me what lessons have been learned. All I see is darkness all I feel is wind and rain. There is no tender hand to guide me, no love is left I feel only pain. I feel let down I feel lost, all these years I have battled with life and what is the cost.

Who took my eagerness who took my drive, where is the part of me that had once only thrived . I am so tired now, deserted and direction less cast out to sea. Too tired to try any longer a ghostly echo of me.

Wednesday Poetry Challenge #5

I have chosen the end theme to a sitcom written by Victoria Woods. The series is set in the kitchen of a canteen in a factory. With wonderful full blown characters all completely miss matched but all clinging together by friendship and love . Blundering through all the hard times life can throw at them. Victoria Woods is a wonderful writer she knows people , she can get inside them and she knows what is in their minds and hearts. Anyway I am not writing about Victoria  but I am writing about these wonderful lyrics that she has written. To my mind these lyrics are as wonderful as any words penned by the best “Poet” in the world.

One second she has us smiling and laughing then as the credits go up for the last time she hits us with:

drops of water wear the stone away

Getting up, getting out, getting on, getting going,
Wears away at the dreams that you hold in your heart,
All the scared little choices you make without knowing,
Take away from the thing that you had at the start.
Day by day, drops of water wear the stone away,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday…

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

All the dreams that you had when it all lay before you,
All the plans that you made, all the things you would do,
All the schemes that you knew time would bring to fruition,
Did they happen? Not so far, at least not to you.
Day by day, drops of water wear the stone away,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

I feel that the first verse is saying what we all say at times , getting up and out of the house is a daily trial wearing away all your strength and crushing the hopes and dreams you have dared to build up for yourself. The every day choices that you have to make  without even thinking just wear you down. The daily wearing away at your soul like drops of water wearing away at a stone . The relentless working week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

The second verse is even sadder and maybe even nearer to the truth than we think. All our hopes and dreams  and future plans, all the wonderful things we dream we might of been just worn away and gone. Our firmest hopes and dreams come to nothing with relentless daily grind of just life .

Day by Day

The hardest rock is worn away by drops of water, so are our hopes and dreams by life Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday   We start off so hopeful where does it all go. I hear you say, no it need not be that way. Yet for most of us it is.

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