Day: August 25, 2018

He bent over backwards,alas

nature water smile life
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depth of field photography of mallard duck on body of water
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With his finger up his nose and his tongue in his cheek it was hard for me to see  what  kind of man he was.
His lips were pursed.his eyebrows were raised and his ears were bigger than Prince Charles’s.
His jacket had been darned and his trousers had shrunk in the wash.I like that carelesss appearance as long as they are cleanish
He  leaned over backwards to help me but alas fell into the  duck pond.
Who will I get next from Guardian Jailmates?
I think I might be turning  asexual
How about just a flat mate?
Back to the past

Chronic pain and friendship

How to Cope When Chronic Pain Affects Friends, Family & Social Life

 

“Planning a social life around chronic pain and illness is hugely frustrating for everyone involved and – for those who are not in it for the long haul – can be swift to dissolve friendships. If you’ve ever known someone who keeps on saying that they want to catch up but never commits, or a friend who is constantly cancelling on you at the last minute, you know how frustrating that flakiness is.

Yet in our ever-erratic, unpredictable illness, our chronic pain can make us mimic that flaky friend to perfection.  “On the one hand, we don’t want to over-commit to others and then have to cancel. On the other hand, we don’t want to unnecessarily isolate ourselves too much,” says patient, advocate and author of How to Be Sick: A Buddhist-Inspired Guide
How to Be Sick: A Buddhist-Inspired Guide for the Chronically Ill and Their Caregivers, Toni Bernhard.

 

Doubts

seashore under blue sky
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This poem is written in the sonnet form,
And yet I have my doubts about its shape
Though nearly to that structure it conforms
There may be holes where nightmare faces gape.

It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would
And talks of metaphysical concerns.
Do we conclude, as poets and readers should,
That in our schizoid age we cannot learn?

For humans may be decked in clothes of wolves;
And lambs be dressed in lion’s fearsome furs.
Thus, sense is tricked and problems are unsolved.
Landscapes etched, yet details seem quite blurred.

It looks like one,it feels like one,it speaks;
Yet from these words, does human feeling leak?

Vertigo by Alice Oswald

photo0189https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/may/11/vertigo-by-alice-oswald

 

 

May I shuffle forward and tell you the two minute life of rain

Starting right now lips open and lidless-cold all-seeing gaze

When something not yet anything changes its mind like me

And begins to fall

In the small hours

And the light is still a flying carpet

Only a little white between worlds like an eye opening after an operation