Holding Back

I didn’t post here for quite a while. After the last post I couldn’t really think of anything to say.
The funeral was held on the day I had booked to travel. I debated, discussed, deliberated and decided. Life goes on, it always has and it always will. Life – fragile, sacred, no matter how many the years, there are never enough. With love and thoughts, we carry on, and slowly the pain lessens, slowly the sun shines again. But the memories remain.

Happiness is fleeting , hold on to what you can!

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Defeated

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There are times when it is best just to admit defeat. Give up, make that decision to stop doing something that takes time, effort, energy and only brings back sleepless nights and worry. Times, when after banging your head against a brick wall for a long time, you finally realise that all it does is HURT!! (and apparently helps you lose weight, but thats not a good enough excuse.)

Sometimes, there is no other solution.

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods make heaven drowsy with the harmony.’ (Shakespeare).

We ladies sometimes believe that only we are capable of feeling deep, soul touching love, so how heartening to find this novel:

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RANDOM ACTS OF HEROIC LOVE is a fantastic debut novel by a very talented writer. Scheinmann spent six years writing his debut, and as you read, you can certainly see how it could be viewed as a labour of love.

The book follows two stories – one is of Mortiz Daniecki in 1917. As a survivor of the war, he is captured and put into a POW camp. Yet this is not where his story ends, for what keeps Mortiz fighting to get through the war and back home is the young love he has left behind there, Lotte. Before Moritz heads off to be a soldier, they share a kiss together and it is this kiss that spurs Moritz on; the memory of her sustains him and gives him reason to live. Once he escapes from the camp, Moritz then faces an arduous journey walking his way home, to his love and the life he had before.

The second story is set in 1992 and follows Leo Deakin. At the age of 25, Leo wakes up in hospital having survived a crash whilst travelling in South America. Upon waking, Leo discovers that his girlfriend Eleni did not survive the crash, but he cannot remember anything about it. As he struggles to rebuild his memory of what happened, whilst coming to terms with his loss, you follow him on this journey.

Through these two stories, Scheinmann has managed to explore the many issues of bereavement, love, survival, hope and travelling on physical, as well as philosophical journies, in great depth and to great effect.

Even if you have never lost a loved one, or been separated from your love, I am sure that you will be able to appreciate and understand the power of the emotions behind this extraordinary novel. What makes it even more so remarkable is that the journey Moritz makes across Russia was actually undertaken by Scheinmann’s grandfather. Leo’s experience of losing his partner at a young age is also another related to Scheinmann, showing just how much of his soul he has exposed within the pages.

Neglected

I have neglected this side of my blog for a while. Sometimes, things happen
that leave you feeling unsettled, and I have had to concentrate a little on
my websites. There is only so much time in a day!

But, I will be back, with poetry, pointless thoughts and other rubbish, my
mind is not able to be quiet for long 🙂

Happy Christmas everyone, have a fun time wherever you are!

Round & Round……

Round and round the London Underground
Interrupted by the braking screeching sounds
Round and round the circle line

The London underground
With its stops is an elongated list
Drunks battle in tunnels with open fists
Hidden somewhere is a network of CCTV Cameras
Recording your every move from afar
Watch out for the pick-pockets, I insist
They swindle even the most experienced tourist

Inside the trains, shine disoriented faces
Bodies usually squeezed into tight spaces
‘Please stand clear of the door’
It is an advice not yet a law

Stations by station, trains pass by
Stuck in a tunnel, let out a sigh
Train timetables from my perception
Is regularity, and a common deception

Round and round the London Underground
Interrupted by the braking screeching sounds
Round and round the circle line

Bored, read the metro
It is free, when displayed on show
For those who know
Where to go
Plan your alternative routes
Prepare for train strikes and disputes
Check out the cancellation signs
May your journey be divine!

Sylvia Chidi

Mind the Gap!!!

One and One

The sky isn’t always blue
The sun doesn’t always shine
It’s alright to fall apart sometimes,
I am not always you
And you are not always mine
It’s alright to fall apart sometimes

After all is said and done
One and one still is one
When we cry, when we laugh
I am half, you are half

The heart isn’t always true
And I am not always fine
We all have an angry heart sometimes

After all is said and done
One and one still is one
When we cry, when we laugh
I am half, you are half

Look how far we have come
One and one still is

One moon (one moon)
One star (one star)
I love the one we are
One thread (one thread)
One line (one line)
Let’s stand still in time

One moon (one moon)
One star (one star)
I love the one we are
One thread (one thread)
One line (one line)
That runs through our lives

After all is said and done
One and one still is one
When we cry, when we laugh
I am half, you are half

Look how far we have come
One and one still is one

Boxes

Boxes
All is in boxes
home in a box
family in a box
life in a box
work in a box

squares
even
straight
closed
safe…

I want to live and love in a circle,
a triangle
an oblong
a sphere
an oval

Push at the boundaries, the confines,
fight the boxes, boxes, boxes…..