Some days there are no happy ever afters
No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Inside the cloud- no silver linings
Some days the tears we weep fill the reservoirs of our soul
The magnitude of our pain and suffering is beyond remedy
Inside our heart is bereft and broken beyond repair.
Some days suffering sadness and shades of sorrow are all there is
And we must carve a new understanding of the world we know
Find a new way to find a glimmer of hope.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
I have decided to link this up to d’verse for open link night. I wrote it at a very key low point last year just as I discovered I had once again become ill with a flare of Ulcerative Colitis, the first since 2012. Last week I think I hit an even lower point in my life, the disease refusing to go into remission and being forced to give in and go back on to high dose steroids. I am climbing back out of the hole. I have managed to keep working, and that in itself is an achievement and we take our crumbs where we can find them.
I wrote this early November when despair was at times overwhelming. I still believe in happy ever after- it is in my nature.
Much love. XXX
Memory of love
Breaks through the torrent of tears
Summer fading fast.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Please forgive me for I do not normally enter the murky waters of the global political arena but this week has made me shudder to the core and I wonder if we can ever truly know the impact of these ripples across our world and I think that the words of Marcus Aurelius are important, sometimes these ripples can go beyond these moments of existence in which we find ourselves and impact forever on those future generations that have not yet even been born. I wonder when and how power is somehow more important than commons sense and responsibility.
The word rhetoric is bandied about across the airwaves by high stakes/high impact global media but the word rhetoric means something akin to- the art of effective or persuasive speaking or writing, and implies use of persuasive speaking and writing techniques. I hardly think that verbal spats via twitter can be classed as rhetoric when the persuasion comes from the immediacy and availability rather than the subtle and persuasive use of the actual spoken word. The words I have heard seem to be verging on aggression and antagonism and have been blunt and course. Perhaps this is a new form of rhetoric.
What happened to accountability and responsibility here? Are our global futures to be suspended in the wake of the ripples of power hungry egotistical leaders with no care for the long term global impact of the fall-out from this folly?
©Alison Jean Hankinson
The image is my own. It is Te Matau a Pohe bridge in Whangarei. Perhaps we are at a bridge. Fancy a game of Pooh sticks…see who wins?
Bald cry echoes
Through the walls
First born child’s
This is for Jillys challenge
Where we complete the beginning of a poem and see if someone else can complete it. So this is my beginning bit.
The image was for reuse in the public domain from max pixel.
Alison Jean Hankinson
In d’Verse we were asked to focus on imperfection for our haibun Monday Wabi-Sabi. My haiku isn’t a proper one as it is human.
Today I started my new job and met some new work colleagues. One beautiful lady was in the office with her baby, she was on maternity leave but had come in to share the joy of this young man. He looked beautiful and his arms were so open and he looked so uncurled and yet it took me back to the arrival of my girls. Ellen emerged in a state of perfect relaxation, but Emily’s arrival was more stark and primaeval, the screams were of real anger and short-lived. She was whisked off to the SCBU within the hour when I told the nurses it sounded like she was barking. Unbeknown to us the damage was already done.
Emily was diagnosed with cerebral palsy in the November on my birthday, was classed as having spasticity in all four quadrants and we were told she might never walk. Ellen and Emily worked together on this and she walked at 16 months old. We just carried on as best we could and she has achieved so much in her 18 years so far, and her imperfections are actually just a part of her surreal beauty and magical character. What she has achieved so far in her young life is way and above what many people without such obvious imperfections achieve. I told some of my story and was horrified at the irony-all is not what it seems and this little fellow had a similar story, but my little girl with her imperfections is nothing short of inspiration for others who are treading these uncertain imperfect waters.
Winter frost beckons
Stiff frozen imperfections
Sibling love melts ice.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Roaring “Rag and Bone”
Bellowing “Rag and Bone”
Poorhouse strays, poverty weighs
Pawnshop dray, debtors pay
change your ways
Or else….we’ll end your days.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
The challenge that Frank set at d’Verse was to create a poem in trimeter. I had to think and try really hard and I am not sure if it is or isn’t so hopefully it is. Frank said “For this challenge, write a poem that uses trimeter lines. All of the lines in the poem do not have to be in trimeter, but enough should be so that one can tell this meter was used on purpose. The poems do not have to rhyme nor must they have any other sound qualities about them.
The rag and bone man used to come along our road in the 1970’s shouting “Any old iron” in fact we used them a bit like a swap shop, we put things on the cart and sometimes we took something in return. I was a child.
The image was labelled for reuse from Flickr and was actually from Newcastle libraries. this went with the photo:
Tor623, Rag and Bone Man, Newcastle upon Tyne
Description: Laszlo Torday arrived in Tynemouth in January 1940 from Hungary and took most of his photographs of Tyneside during the 1960’s and 1970’s. They reflect his interest in the streets and people of Newcastle especially of central Newcastle and the suburbs of Heaton and Jesmond. : The physical collection held by Newcastle Libraries comprises 100 photograph albums of black and white prints plus 16 boxes of colour transparencies. We are keen to find out more about them.
The power of a smile is totally underestimated by most people. It is a simple gesture that means so much and it is used both consciously and subconsciously on a daily basis by most of us. There have been times in my life where it was a smile that made the difference.
A smile says “I accept you.”
A smile says “I get it, I understand”
A smile says “I love you.”
A smile says “It’s okay.”
A smile says “Hallo- I missed you.”
A smile says “Thanks for your support.”
A smile says “I will walk alongside you through your pain.”
A smile says “I am proud of you.”
A smile says “I value you.”
When you light up my life with a smile,
you make the moment and my existence more worthwhile.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.