It was pride,
I wore my heart on my sleeve,
shared my hopes and dreams.
You brushed them aside
they scattered like confetti
and shattered as you trod on them.
One by one, I heard them break
under the crunch
of your negative footfalls.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse quadrille where we were given the word Crunch.
I had a difficult few weeks and took a bit of a battering in a very bizarre job interview. I did speak up for myself(and cried on the way home…) but I do worry that somewhere in this current climate we seem to have lost our values, our compassion and sense of humanity.
The photos are intended to be the opposite- the restoration of the spirit and soul.
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There seems to be those who prefer to humiliate others… those negative footfalls are all too common. Sad
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I agree with Björn – tales of woe abound because of such scoundrels.
Thank goodness for Karma!
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Nice description of the crunching of dreams. I suspect the punishment is that future dreams will no longer be shared.
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“…under the crunch / of your negative footfalls.” I love this.
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I can hear those footfalls, and I LOVE the subtle rhyme of “pride” and “aside.”
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Sadly, there seems to be such a lack of respect for other’s and for differing points of view. We don’t need to agree but we should be able to express our true self. I suspect that the job you interviewed for would have been “soul death.” I had such a job once.
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Strong word pictures of the power play; stronger photos. The windmill waving to us; the smiling geese all lined up; that haunting moon shot – all excellent, Alison!
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Oh that ending!
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Those negative stuff can be painful and depressing~ Hope you are feeling better and uplifted by these wonderful photos ~
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Yes, the windmill and geese helped a whole heap!
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So sad when people don’t appreciate your dreams!
Dwight
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I’m so sorry to hear about your difficult weeks and bizarre job interview, Alison. What a horrible way to treat someone, treading on their hopes and dreams. I love the photographs and hope that you are feeling better.
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Unfortunately experiences like this can cut deep…love your images of scattering and crunching under foot (they work so well for the injury and are possible images for obliterating the negativity as well….)
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Oh dear. How very sad and unfortunate.
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It is okay- I bounce…sometimes a little more slowly than I would like…but I bounce.
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Just tell yourself, that you, at least, can write poetry. I bet the boor that was unpleasant to you can’t.
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It is good that you stood up for yourself. A nice write.
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Those crunches can hurt…(K)
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I hope you are on the mend now.
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