Heartache

I’ve better things to do than sit and cry
I don’t have the time for self-indulgence
If I keep busy here, time will have to fly
and if I fill my day up with employments –
the email that I have to send today,
the meal that must be cooked, the lunches packed,
the dishes washed and dried, and put away,
the TV programme meant to counteract
the fear and pain and anger that I hold,
the dark tide lapping at my easy chair,
the clouds that gather, the advancing cold,
the sharp-clawed crab that clacks and scrabbles there –
I cram my days with work and love and light,
but cannot build a wall to keep out night.

 

Frank is running things at dVerse, and asks us to write about heartbreak or frustration. I find few things more frustrating than a sonnet, so this is frustration in action! 

Morning

It’s morning, and she’s up before me, making sure her hair is right and her make-up is perfect. She’s not nervous, or not noticeably so. It’s not like her first morning at secondary school – photographs in the driveway; shiny black mary-janes; waiting in trepidation with her best friend at the bus stop – or her first morning in primary school – big grin; left arm in a bright pink plaster cast; holding my hand tightly as we walked through the gates.

No, today is the first day of college, and her hair is straight and shiny, her brand new over the shoulder bag is full of brand new books for brand new subjects, and she’s the only one waiting for the bus. I offer to wait, but she’s fine. She texts me when she gets on board – she’s reassuring me. How did that happen?

autumn breezes blow
each chick must take a first flight
falcons spread their wings

It’s haibun night at dVerse, and Mish gives us the theme of “morning”. Perfect prompt for today!