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CURL and Paw.

She knows how I feel
Her body curled round my feet
A paw touches me.
07 Dec 2020 27 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, Ronovanwrites Tags: Dog's, empathy, love, loyalty
She knows how I feel
Her body curled round my feet
A paw touches me.
01 Mar 2014 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: addiction, empathy, Grief, love, need
I wrote this last year but something today made we want to share it again.
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You can’t run from it nor can it be hidden from, it is a prowler and a taunter and stealer of your strength. It will suck from you until all your goodness is gone.
It lurks in corners and shadows and bides it’s time. It is vicious and evil, it sneaks up on you and springs out even when you feel fine.
Always there, ever present, waiting for your weakest moments , the darkest hour of your night, the time when you are all alone and all your resolutions have taken flight.
Seething with hate it will consume you so absolutely . You think it is gone, abated, been subdued but no it has just been licking it’s wounds from the last time that you beat it.
The worst is, you have to watch it as it crawls into the ones you love and change them into monsters that will lie to you and steal from you cheat you to feed thier monster. It is all they care about this monster, they will get lower and lower until they hit and the ground .
What happens when there is nowhere to go , crawling along the depths of despair.What if they turn all against them and no helping hands are left. I cannot bare to watch that which came from me struggling against this evil monster trying so hard to be free!
Trying to be free from the hunger of monster that never stops , it is never sated it will suck you until you drop. Then all you can do is watch and the pain is a hundred fold for you are watching all this happening to the tiny baby you used to hold.
Though grown to a man this is still your baby and there is nothing to be done. God help the mother or father who has an addict for a daughter or a son.
23 Jan 2013 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: addiction, empathy, Grief, love, need
You can’t run from it nor can it be hidden from, it is a prowler and a taunter and stealer of your strength. It will suck from you until all your goodness is gone.
It lurks in corners and shadows and bides it’s time. It is vicious and evil, it sneaks up on you and springs out even when you feel fine.
Always there, ever present, waiting for your weakest moments , the darkest hour of your night, the time when you are all alone and all your resolutions have taken flight.
Seething with hate it will consume you so absolutely . You think it is gone, abated, been subdued but no it has just been licking it’s wounds from the last time that you beat it.
The worst is, you have to watch it as it crawls into the ones you love and change them into monsters that will lie to you and steal from you cheat you to feed thier monster. It is all they care about this monster, they will get lower and lower until they hit and the ground .
What happens when there is nowhere to go , crawling along the depths of despair.What if they turn all against them and no helping hands are left. I cannot bare to watch that which came from me struggling against this evil monster trying so hard to be free!
Trying to be free from the hunger of monster that never stops , it is never sated it will suck you until you drop. Then all you can do is watch and the pain is a hundred fold for you are watching all this happening to the tiny baby you used to hold.
Though grown to a man this is still your baby and there is nothing to be done. God help the mother or father who has an addict for a daughter or a son.
17 Sep 2011 15 Comments
in Poems Tags: empathy, Grief, impotence, shock, sorrow
No words
I had no idea what he would say when at the checkout I stop to pass the time of day. How are you doing , good that’s okay and Ellen I heard she was unwell is she okay .
He told me, my friend , his dear wife had only a finger hold left on life.There was no hope they have been told. His fortitude and his daughters face made my blood run cold.
I could see the pained look on his daughters face, both of them trying not to cry I’d reach out but this was not the place. I could say nothing he had not heard before. I told him this, then a look of relief in his eyes I saw.
It would not have help for me to have laboured the point, or to have said any more. It was clear he knew how I felt, and he would of heard it all before.
They finished packing their shopping and as they left they promised to give her my love leaving me lost and bereft.
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