see a gentle globe, the winter sun
Setting into softness  like pink down
As if a gentle wind made sunset come

The watercolour  mauve has overrun
Wishing to make light  of winter’s frown
I can see how  winter  hurts the sun

Overhead  it’s soft grey tinged with plum
This is no  fit garment for a clown
But  gentle winter winds made sunset come

A blueness planetary makes our dome
As if a verb is subtly changed to noun
I can see how  night clouds flirt with sun

All the pink is falling,falling ,gone
The sun is left a monarch with no crown
As if a low dark wind made nightfall come

My heart is watered as the colours run
Combining,dying,falling,night has won
I still see a  shadow of the sun
Now   the work  of  wind  is  over, done

D

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from a man
I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath
 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrathAnd so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk

Soon after my loved one’s death

I was trying to write a poem of a mystical nature.I then went to put the kettle on

As I stood by the wotksurface

I felt a force on the back of my neck then my head bowed down and I realised I must say cknowledge the presence of God

After I prayed my head came up again

I have not felt it again

Trying to find a hospital

I think that there can’t be one rule that is the answer but for many people discussing with a trusted person is beneficial

But it depends on how we do it

No good to tell everyone we know.We may not get sympathy.

We may anger or distress them

If it is a friendship in which both of you can talk about your problems that is better than if it is one sided.

O