lost old horizons
removed the fever
of my feelings
now I am – numb.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Six months have passed since my husband died in a fatal accident. The strange thing about sudden death is that it leaves you feeling that everything is some sort of joke. That you’ll turn around and your loved one will be there giggling at you for having been so silly to fall for it. Only that never happens.
Life continues in its everyday normalcy leaving things hanging like a broken spider web floating in the wind. Unresolved problems, unresolved actions. Sometimes out of the blue one of those problems will pop out … and you fall into a memory hole. Like today, when the new furnace went on the blink again. Ciao, Bastet.
Words: feelings, facts, receding, horizon, fever, numb
With a syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5, the Hungarian Badriomaku is interesting in that it gives you a structure that doesn’t fit any preconceived ideas.
I was introduced to this form by Graeme. Thanks, Graeme!