Knowing enough is enough,

Begins with believing you are enough.


When fertile ground becomes barren,

Pastures are spent,

What was full has emptied;


Freezing in place is unsound!

Find a peace in movement.


Ride out the regret,

Face down the sadness,

Accept that all things change;


Turn from victimhood,

Find a hero’s grace.



Pervading sadness

Not thrilling but compelling

Way easily lost

Comforting melancholy

Erodes will spends energy

For Ronovans Monday challenge where key words are sad and thrill.




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.

Sun’s Warmth

Virtually spent
Clouds part allowing sun’s warmth
To lift weary soul




Problems abound

Constantly eroding

Once resilient defences


Futility tempts overwhelm

Foundations remain firm

Still holding fast


As you can tell I am weary but I am refusing to quit, despite how tempting it is.

This is a Butterfly Cinquain 9 line syllabic poem that runs, 2,4,6,8,2,86,4,2.

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Verse Epistle

Dear Sufferer

You will endure this,

You will prevail!

You can weather this storm,

That batters down your peace of mind.

You feel no more, can be lost,

Ripped from moorings considered sound.

But hold fast!

This will pass,

And from the wreckage you will emerge.

Too rise and rebuild.

All that’s needed,

Is to believe you can.

This is a Verse Epistle inspired by Sanaa’s dVerse prompt – take a look and perhaps give it a go yourself. This form is a letter in verse. This Verse Epistle was based on a poem I wrote to myself this week, to help me to keep going. I hope you find it helpful.

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Mind Arrows

Our has been
Species, tell us.
Life's arrows have tailspin!
Unavoidably they pierce us.
So from repercussions we must adjust,
And can protect, shielding from a sorrowful vice.
At such times find resilience we must.
But also guard against, be just,
Mind arrows under-spin
These do not trust.
Don't let in,
Not kin -

So this is a diatelle, a poetry form that I found frustrating and enjoyable all at the same time! The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, (15 lines) and has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. The Diatelle form was created by Bradley Vrooman.

I felt I wanted to talk about how, although life can ‘shoot’ at us, we also have a tendency to ‘shoot’ at ourselves again and again by how we relate to what has happened. This is encapsulated by the Parable of the two arrows from the Buddhist cannon:

The Buddha once asked a student,

‘If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful? If the person is struck by a second arrow, is it even more painful?’

He then went on to explain,

‘In life, we can’t always control the first arrow. However, the second arrow is our reaction to the first. This second arrow is optional.’

And just in case you’re still a bit confused here’s a short explainer.


Battle for Balance

Terrible thought surged

– loss overwhelmed.

Defences were breached

– tearful deluge.

A battle was fought

– composure found.

Calm balance hard won

– sadness settled.

Myself I picked up

– and peace regained.

This week was difficult, bad news spurned a shattering thought; that tipped the balance of my already stressed mind. Proud though, as although I wobbled, I found my footing and kept going!

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Haiku Cascade

A haiku distills thinking and I have been writing a good deal recently. Largely as part of Twitter engagement (@lauraelizahay). Here is my Haiku Cascade!

Don’t try to solve life

Probing makes it elusive

Like sand through fingers

“Will I be okay?”

The prayer of all who suffer

If resolve nurtured…

Torpor overtakes

Enveloped in down’s soft warmth

Sleep submerges mind

Slipped into the night

Freedom from glib exclusive

Found the kind and wise

Eventide’s light plays

Dancing through canopy’s boughs

I sigh lost in dreams

Do try for the light

End slumbering in darkness

World waits for your sight

Signs of spring

Life’s grace returning

Warm wind blows

Expect doubt

Life’s harsh leveller

Ego’s foe

In days aftermath

To myself I am unkind

To the achieved blind

To be a hermit

Deep in the woods, riverside

Only lost can find

A community

Of photo-synthesisers

Capturing the light

Like a mountain lake

Clearer, direction once was

Now muddy puddle!

Encouragement is

The act of lending courage

To the fearful heart.

Prophet Hicks was right

Human life’s machinations

Are all ‘just a ride’

It's just a ride.... Bill Hicks | Bill hicks, Bill hicks quotes, Gillian  welch

Phew if you made it here you have serious commitment!

Thank you.



Waves of despair
Consume the peace so rare.
Frustration crashes, must flee.
All consuming
Terrors and worries, mind sinking.
Reach for the sane
Only to be enveloped, once again. 
Crest of bitter lessons
Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen.
Calm does lie below
Equanimity can ride the flow.

This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.