NaPoWriMo – Badriomaku – April 8, 2016

Old cemetary

In Passing

receding facts
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!


1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 7


The Hungarian Badriomaku – Departures – August 6, 2015



you turn
looking sad
as the train arrives
stand on your lashes
not wanting to fall
then I hear – All aboard!

farewell kiss
one last long embrace
will bring May flowers
for some – not them
he died on the front.

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Hungarian Badriomaku – syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5

I must really thank Paloma for sending me this link to Consciouscacophony post today, where I learnt a new form .. go and read C.C.’s post – stupendous!