Hi, Someone wrote me and said I’d upped my poetry game but poetry seemed to be my language of grief. Hmmm, maybe. I have felt rather sad of late and I do feel that giving our expression to feelings is a healthy thing and helps us to understand them. So I’ve found myself listening to … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Dear Pogue, There’s a poem written by W.B.Yeats that starts: Come away, human childTo the waterCome away, human childTo the water and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the world's more full of weeping than you can understand It’s a sort of haunting piece with its observation “the world's more full of weeping than … Continue reading It starts with one.
Morning Pogue, Last week was a bit of an up and down week. Something happened in the middle of the week that upset me and I woke on Thursday morning feeling, well, a little sad. Like I didn’t see the point in getting out from under the duvet, plus it was cold so that didn’t … Continue reading Monday Musings
Pogue, After the letter I sent yesterday I thought this card may sit well. Charlie Mackesy: The Boy, the mole, the fox and the horse. Ebury Press Now we wait and it is appropriate we do so for anything less would challenge our sincerity and cause us to question ourselves. We will know when the … Continue reading Happiness will return
Dear Pogue, Pogue, our friend died today. Quietly, gently they passed from us, they slipped from this world and, as you and I believe, went to a better one. For a while now we have known the days were growing short and although this knowledge helped each to ready themselves, an overwhelming sadness still immersed … Continue reading There are no words….