On Hope Sparked In a Slowly Fracturing Heart

How to shift / this heavy shroud / darkening day / shadowing night

eyes blinded / purgatory / lived in present / desolation

sunlight floods bedroom / I awake / stiffened resolve / choice exists

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Prompt: Sijo to your heart’s content:

3/4/4/4

3/4/4/4

5/3/4/3

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CLP 20/04/2021

L3 (Day 44): Early Morning

Woken by the first alarm calls at territorial intrusions, alerts and disputes of airspace and protection of nests at 04:45h.

Then disturbed again at 05:17h by shouting from a distant street. A man’s raised voice echoes through the break of day. Again from closer at 05:32, yet still a way from here. Is he heard by others? What ails him? It sounds like anger.

Is he wandering the city alone? Is someone else at risk? How did this start? How will it end, as it must?

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CLP 19/02/2021

On Mercury

Retrograde movement

an optical illusion

Orpheus, don’t look!

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n.b. Apparently there is a bit of thing when Mercury is backsliding for nostalgia. Being grateful for the good things is one thing, wallowing in the past – meh.

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CLP 17/02/2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 25): Inside

A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort.

A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what I already thought was so. Apologies are unnecessary. I am grateful for the respect this honesty shows. Thank you for the courage you found to speak. I am relieved to find the story I built around lies can be re-constructed with truths.

A text. I see the angry confusion that comes from frustration; witness the retreat. I recognise the reaction, the wounded withdrawal to safety. This is not my family. It is not for me to intervene. My white charger is out to pasture, but I am here if needed.

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CLP 30/01/2021

On Playing ii

Saturday at three

is when the fun really starts

Oh, yes! And the pain

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n.b. A lifetime of training my body to endure watching Pompey all over England means my adrenalin and endorphins peak around 3pm on winter Saturday afternoons…what happens from there is a game.

I used to play a bit too, not at that level though.

Realising the ambiguity of the last sentence, I clarify, that I played far below the Pompey level, (although my grandma could have scored some goals that Pompey players sometimes fail to score, obviously).

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CLP 16/01/2021

On 2020

Memorable year

One I would rather forget

Finally ends here

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CLP 31/12/2020

On Losing (20)

Not ember, but film

Our fire cools, its raw fuel spent

Remains of friendship

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CLP 22/12/2020

On Losing (19)

What’s the bloody point

If it ends up in the drink?

“Go straight to Gaol do…”

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n.b. Complete the well known phrase from a popular unpopular board game in words of your own...no one has a monopoly on truth.

CLP 20/12/2020

On Pain

Like breath of autumn

When hard frost belies blue sky

Our pain dissipates

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CLP 29/11/2020

On Numbers (X)

“I don’t want to hear”

She said, “about all your exes.”

“They are your problem.”

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n.b. Good point. Well made.

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CLP 17/11/2020