
And they call it puppy love…

~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Pink cotton-candy clouds
with an angry side glowing red
sunset on the horizon
caravans settling down
for the night. Happiness held
like a breath in my chest
precious moments here,
picture perfect, with her.
~The H Word~
My well had run dry;
arid, barren, producing
nothing but dust
that would fill up my head
and then settle for less
but I’m learning,
to be kinder and stop
long enough to consider
what’s important to me.
I’ve refilled. Ideas run free
even if I can’t catch them all
my bucket’s ready and waiting.
I’m prepared,
and now making amends,
the process never ends,
it’s perpetual, eternal,
enlightened survival.
I now keep up with myself,
so I can be my best self
in the best possible way.
~The H Word~
I may not be the girl I was
when I look into the mirror.
I may not be the girl I was
when I wish I could be thinner.
I may not be the girl I was
when responsibilities were few.
I may not be the girl I was
I am so much more
in every way
I’ve grown
evolved
still do
each day
I will never be the girl I was
and I no longer wish to be.
~The H Word~
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day23
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day19
Breathe in
through the nose
breathe out
through the mouth
calm your thoughts
empty your mind
visualise, or not
imagine or forget
choose a guide
or be your own
no wrong way
to save yourself
the choice is yours
no rules apply
take the time
to simply be
in the moment
breathing
existing
relaxing
meditating.
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day10
Firstly, apologies to anyone who thinks this is going to be an inspirational post about what wonderful, creative things you can do during lock-down.
Whilst I’m in awe of those who are learning new skills, adhering to a carefully thought out schedule and generally excelling at life, that simply isn’t me.
Today, my achievement is that I woke up at 9 am. You may be thinking, oh, did you want to have a long lie? Sorry, let me explain. Today I wanted to wake up at 9 am because for the past four days I haven’t been able to get out of bed before midday.
Let me put this into context. I’m a mother of two; one is 9 and the other is 18. I’m married. I have responsibilities. I am in my second year of a university degree course. However, I also struggle with my mental health.
I guess the point of this post is to show that everyone’s goals are going to be different right now. This is a weird and messed up situation. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else. Set personal goals and celebrate achieving them. Know that what you are doing is good enough.
Tomorrow, I might add something else, I might not. If I can get up at 9 am for two days running, I’ll be happy with that.
Whatever you achieve today, no matter how small, I admire your strength. If you feel you haven’t achieved what you planned, there’s always tomorrow. I admire your courage to keep trying.
You’re one of a kind, each and every one of you. Please be kind to yourself.
Stay safe, everyone!
H x
I’ve tried to find
the light switch
the one inside
my head.
I’m drowning
in this darkness
inhaling my last breaths.
I stumble, fumble forwards
then stagger, tumble back.
That switch is always
out of reach
a fingertip away
from me
so, the darkness
keeps its hold
for now, for the moment
I must yield.
I’ll try again tomorrow
to find the light I need.
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day5