Thursday 22 December 2011

England 11


It has been a while since I last posted anything. Here is a sonnet.

England 11


Once cricket, today violence reigns o’er sport,

Then modesty, tonight youth bare thy flesh

There, value of intelligence was taught

Your generation mean to start afresh

You crave and long for your fame and fortune,

Work not hard nor respect the trodden path

Instead expect, demand, it all too soon

‘Give me thy all else receive my wretch’d wrath’

Angry flames engulf my favoured cities

Eloquently protesting without aim

You sit, judge, sit, consume and spread disease

Bank accounts and bellies fatten. No shame.

If only you could plump instead your minds

Not follow, but question, open my blinds






Thursday 12 May 2011

CaroMel


It has been an unexpected, overwhelming sadness. Sadness was expected, but not to this extent. There was an influence there that was never fully realised or considered. An admiration was duly noted, but the true idolism was not.

To see a strong person fighting, battling so successfully at first and then to fall at the final hurdle. How can such a courageous fight be rewarded with such a harsh reality? How can it just be ended?

I continue with life, people talk, I seem to listen, moving through the motions but with a patchwork hole, a hole where a patch was never really noticed until it had been torn out and lost, wasted and thrown away into a large black hole of cancer.

A special connection, a friendship, born of common interests, common excitement and a common sadness. A common struggle, not to the same extent but something debilitating with the same escape route, the same aim in that common hobby. A shadow overhanging both minds and a love of writing to express the pain and suffering to make it real whilst wishing it wasn’t.

So truly really wishing it wasn’t real.

And now, the reality hits so hard and rains on every smile I try to force out. Every tiny disappointment brings tears to my eyes as I think of the huge disappointment that is the end of a life. The end of a human life. A life that was so rich with love and creativity and kindness, such kindness and laughter.

A truly joyful person to have known, an inspiration. Someone who has influenced the path of my life in a way in which she will never be fortunate to know. Blessing others by allowing them to know her beauty inside and out but with no knowledge of the hole she leaves behind, the pain of loss.

She once asked what the connecting feature was for her writing, between her struggle with cancer, her often absent husband, her moving abroad. I pointed out the simple truth, she was a strong woman, strong enough to cope with all the nastiness that life dealt her. Through knowing her she has made me stronger too. But not so strong that I do not miss her existence terribly.