Choosing words carefully matters. All too often a sentiment gets muddied by the words chosen to express it. Take for example “Everything happens for a reason” – meant to console but so often leads to more questions. Why me? Why now? Why? The message here is most likely “Most painful endings are synonymous with new beginnings, full of possibility.” With reflection, we can understand this. In the moment, maybe less so.
Someone recently commented to me that life is a journey. If that’s the case where is the destination and how are you supposed to know when you’ve got there? Hmmmm. Funny how we all see things through a different lens and how carefully choosing words is important. Thinking about its literal sense, I fantasised about the possibilities we’d have if life was a journey, the benefits we’d gain from checking sat nav to be forewarned of the delays and blocks along the way. As it is, I’d describe life as more of a ride; there to be enjoyed and for people find a way to pay their way too. You can’t always stop life’s ride when you’d like to. Sometimes it’s exhilarating, whilst other times it’s super scary. The ups and downs don’t last forever and we’re never quite sure of when things might come to an abrupt and unexpected stop. #perspectives #differentlens #foodforthought #thoughtoftheday #wordsoftheday
The 12th February 2021; a palindrome AND ambigram combined as one,
Point in time stunt nuts – 24 hours and then gone.
It seems sometimes that numbers can wow the eye too,
Upside down, forwards, backwards- on every level the same view.
Inspired today by the rotator date, but many words do similar or the same,
It looks never odd or even until you pull up and play the game.
Multiple wonders of language – take a closer peep now and then,
And marvel at our language, which unlike dates, treats us time and time again.
The juxtaposition of a bright sunny sky with snow on the floor,
The sun with its hats on, Jack Frost still knocking at the door.
A parallel perhaps with society’s fragility of today,
Still loosing too many, whilst a rescuing vaccination programme is well underway.
With days getting longer and spring on its way,
And the numbers of those vaccinated growing by day,
It won’t be too long until brighter times arrive,
And we’ll tell the story of how (amid losing too many), we managed to keep so many more alive.
Last year, I had the pleasure of writing a poem for an event , my specific brief being to write about friendship. Heavily intertwined with the poem I created were some reflections on hope and the power that can bring us. In light of the COVID news we currently hear day in day out, this feeling of hope feels needed now more than ever, so I thought I’d share the work more widely.
Good friends come and sometimes go.
How long they’ll stay, you don’t always know.
Written as a book, life has friends for a chapter, and friends to the end.
Perhaps only fate knows the reason for each friend.
At first you might wonder who will stay and who will go.
But in spite of the timespan, true friends are easy to know.
They’re the ones who help you weather all storms.
Love you unconditionally, in so many forms.
People who accept you, even when the going gets tough.
You might see them often, or maybe not enough.
Honest and don’t judge, or make you feel small.
Always find time for you, even if just a quick call.
People are great, but complete dependence can be unwise.
Life is so fragile, you don’t know what may arise.
For that very reason, and I’ve learned the hard way,
Self reliance allows true freedom, come what may.
Learn to love yourself, trust yourself and ALWAYS have hope.
Then whatever life delivers, somehow you’ll cope.
Friends can be there to help and lend a hand.
But on your own two feet, with hope you must stand.
Hope is always within you, albeit can go awry.
But if you dig deep,it can push you to try.
By kindling hope, there’s a positive possibility in sight.
Motivating you through, whatever the plight.
So three cheers for Hope! My invisible very best friend.
To help conquer adversity, on you I depend!
People can’t see you, you live in my mind.
But thanks goodness you’re there, and our lives are entwined.
Timetable delivered online, pupils join us at home to ‘school’ via tech,
Lessons for my son delivered through interactive presentation decks.
Organised so well, an appearance of effortless transition,
But it must have taken so much, to get to this position.
The effort and command of the teachers, I wouldn’t ordinarily have seen first hand,
I’m so impressed how well they’ve made virtual learning land.
Lessons I once had, I see again from afar,
As I pop my head round the door to ask how lessons are.
So just a little thanks to schools, for making good of a situation so bad,
And for the new skills pupils are learning from the experience we’ve all had.
Be it time management of their day, online working, or interacting on video,
They’ve learned new things, we thought these new ‘mini adults’ needed not yet know.
The double edged sword of snow flakes falling,
The sledging, snowmen and joy of snow balling.
Seeing children laughing in the snow is quite a delight,
And in winters of late, a rather rare sight.
Coolly met by the chaos of the chills and the ice,
Somehow takes away the beauty of something visually so nice.
The silver lining of lockdown being many can stay close to home,
Not having too far to travel or too far to roam.
Monday after New Year
I’d say one of the busiest of them all,
Resolutions freshly made, suddenly seem to appear,
Will they last or will they fall?
Normally all too readily,
We get back into old routines.
But perhaps this year we’ll steadily,
From old ways gradually wean.
Perhaps COVID will change things,
For this year at least.
Restrictions having clipped our wings,
And normality somewhat ceased.
Perhaps the break from normal,
Helps people to take stock.
With things being all a little less formal,
New habits may load and lock.
So as Monday After New Year,
Spells out ‘many’ as a mnemonic.
Perhaps this year many changes will last,
At last the day may not be ironic!
Struggling to conceive it’s already Christmas Eve?
Amid Brexit and Covid news, it seems almost lost, I believe.
Stuck with Zoom (from the same room), the festive buzz is hugely reduced,
As we see only through cameras rooms so festively spruced.
Curtailed Christmas gatherings will go down in history this year,
But a small cost to limit virus spreading and associated fears.
I really hope people will choose to be merry not sad,
And take stock of the blessings after the year we’ve all had.
Many people may hope stockings will be filled with thoughtful gifts,
May we too receive renewed resilience to face regulations as they shift.
Christmas is about miracles, new beginnings and good will,
A nice sentiment to remember as we’ve all been through the mill.
So Merry Christmas to those reading, far flung though you may be,
Written Right’s poems are a new off shoot this year for me.
But like many I can’t wait to discover what 2021 has in store,
When hopefully some sort of normality can be restored.
Such an honour to feature on the cover of Give’s Christmas publication. In my book (pardon the pun!), it’s a very worthy cause which I love supporting. If you haven’t see their work, you can visit their website here.