Angels

You might say,he died in a holy place
Tended by angels
Or you might say,he died on a trolley in And E
Both are true.
Also that he spent some days in a rehabilitation centre
Being made to exercise
Until his heart stopped and he was resuscitated by paramedics
Before being sent to die again
In a more suitable setting.Namely
A & E,Lovely Hospital
But no bed!
Nice nurses.
I didn’t even realise it was A & E until they apologised.

Music

What the hell

What the hell,a villanelle!
It looks too hard for such as me
Still I will write ,yes,I write well

I have a story I can tell
It’s from the English who love tea
What a hell,oh villanelle

I saw a man with a sea shell
I asked him for a pod of pea
I write well.yeah super Nell

I often wonder if I smell
As I drink so much greenish tea
What’s s to tell ,my villanelle?

But worry makes life into hell
And it’s bad for those who see
I write well,but who can tell?

I must take much charity
If you ask, what is your fee?
What the hell oh villanelle
I write well but life is hell.

Yet fear surprise

The point of living is to feel alive
Not caged by too high walls or steely fence
We want to love,be taken by surprise.

Our wounded mangled self we can’t deride,
Recalling fights and struggles lived through once.
The point of living is to feel alive.

We dither to and fro in puzzled ways
We feel the anguish, still and quite intent.
We want to love,be taken by surprise.

The self’s spontaneous, not a thing contrived;
Formed with love and hate,with all intense.
The rage of living is to be alive.

When washed away by feelings glad,immense
That cross our borders without our lament
The hope,the need of living is our life
We want to give and take yet fear surprise

Reading receptively

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Thrush

They say that if you want to write you must read as much as you can.I found reading Seamus Heaney useful.But there is more than one kind of reading.The kind I find best is to read as if you are looking at a picture.To open your mind and let the sentences flow in like water.I don’t find reading in a critical way helpful.If I read in this open way them my mind will choose what to remember,what matters.When I ws young I read a novel every day.Almost.But reading some fiction one is always rushing ahead looking for the answer if it’s a thriller.
One might say that reading the way I describe is “feminine” that is it is receptive like a woman is to her man.Maybe you don’t like that way of describing it.After all men are receptive to ideas, in conversation etc.And mystics are receptive towards God