Poetry Quadrille

Crown of Roses

To wear a crown of roses,

Is a fragrant thing.

Others sigh at its beauty,

But do not feel the thorns.

Time makes its petals drop,

The perfume is no more.

Exposed are the wounds,

Sore lesions, deep scratches.

Lay it down you fool.

For the dVerse quadrille #141 ‘Crown’ check it out here.



Loss overwhelms the soul.

A matriarch ageing,

A patriarch gone,

Sanctuary eroding.

How relentless is time.

Tearing at stability.

Can hope be found,

In amongst the rubble?




Often it comes

Attempts at self mastery

The Wise can settle

Into the cacophony within

Grasp released

Annihilation ambition put down

In favour of restful awareness


Anxiety’s apprehension


Melancholy’s malaise


Doubt’s discomfort

Knowing their transience

How they dissolve when left alone

How they grow and morph when probed

Yes I am pondering

Why I secretly covet misery

Fearful of peace

if you have an hour this fine buddhist Teacher is worth it.

Melancholy’s Pit

Tetchiness hiding deep sadness,

Nearly overwhelmed.

Melancholy’s pit came close.

But I saw its approach!

It was tempting to jump in.

Its monochrome space,

Is comforting, safe.

But its bleak views,

and the hard climb out,

Stayed my leap.

This week has been a struggle as my mind has been melancholy. I have been gripped before like this and found myself in the ‘pit’, which basically meant putting my existence on pause, which is not as pleasant as it sounds. I have learnt to see the pit approaching and do all I can not to dive in. As it is better, in the long run, to struggle through topside. Than to have to break the miserable thought cycle and muster the energy to climb out. But if you are in the pit right now, I understand and I promise you are not alone.

This Brené Brown video on empathy vs sympathy is excellent guidance. Not just when handling someone you care about’s sadness, but also in checking how your internal dialogue is treating you.