Musings on life, love, and healing past trauma
The daylight is searing bright. The evenings are getting endless. There is no true night, only paler light. Soon dusk meets dawn in endless days. Only the sun and it’s rays. Morning, noon and midnight. Sleep is harder to come by in the endless light. The mind has trouble distinguishing day from night. Until the tired body wins the fight. And sleep comes with dreams of endless light.
As Midsummer nears
Heart and soul grows light restless
Sun energies flow
©RedCat
Soon it’s time to go to sleep. I’m dreaming of the one who will my heart safe keep.
Whose care will go bone and soul deep. Who’ll cherish me even when I’m asleep.
As I wait for sleep
Sing me a sweet lullaby
Let dreams come alive
©RedCat
Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.
Read other Daily Haibun’s here.
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I’ve had a little ache in my shoulder for a couple of weeks. Nothing major. Until today. When it exploded into – want to scream with pain every time I move my arm to much or too fast. Tried to take a rest earlier today, but lying down just made it worse.
So anticipating a night of restless rest tonight. Which is why this is this week’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.
Haunted nights
Disrupted sleep
Grinding theethHeart-longed ghosts
Reawaken grief
Daylight seizeAngry wraiths
Trauma made
Flashback gavePhantom could-have-been
Raises fear
Near-miss dearLonely-heart specter
Honest trust
Hope dustShades erupting
Legions burned
Can humans learnPoet quills
© REDCAT
Nighttime fills
Worrywart stills
I’ve had a couple of weeks of restless rest. The death-rebirth energies surrounding midwinter tends to do that. Especially if you work with yourself then.
Add to that the realization that climate change is not longer a thing of the future. Climate emergency is NOW. So we should ACT NOW. Stop consuming so much! Choose better materials. Work towards not using fossil fuels. And so on and so forth. All the things I feel like a broken record for repeating again, and again, and again.
As icing on the cake comes angst as a beloved friend, and several others, had a near miss with death. Senseless violence that’s probably aimed at someone, but shows total lack of care for human life. Again, loss of life is down to sheer coincidences. I really don’t want to live in a world where some think blowing a bomb, nearly talking a building, is a correct response to anything!
Poem written for weekly challenge: GHOSTS at earthweal.
This weeks eartweal prompt had to do with finding hope. And even though my mind keeps spinning around the subject in all its forms, nothing coalesce and really takes shape. More work required obviously, not only on the poetry, but on my inner ability to feel hope.
To distract myself I searched for hope in my previous poetry and found some insights.
Hope is a recurring theme of mine, I’ve even written a hopeful mantra. And judging by the comments others find hope in my pieces.
If I’m honest, some days I feel in desperate need of the smallest spark of hope, so I put hope in my poetry precisely because that is one of the things I seek.
By now, I’m meditating and doing breath-work on a level I never have before. It’s rough, as meditation have always been for me. I’ve cried rivers every day. And one thing have become abundantly clear. The old inner safe place I actually once had is in total ruin. I have no access anymore, it’s like I’m looking at reproduction in a display cabinet in a museum.
I’m sure I’ll be able to build another in time. But for now all my hope comes from writing my heart out, connecting through poetry, and continued meditation.
Staring down the barrel
Of another sleepless night
What demons to battle
Which phantasm to fight
Where the thorny bramble
Trauma skeleton in all the blight
Broken dream remnants crumble
Soul-mind bathed in abusive lightStaring down the dark tunnel
© REDCAT
Of another endless winter-night
Battered life energy dwindle
Really dark here without a sparkle of friendly pixy-light
Also posted to OpenLinkNight #259 at dVerse.
Getting a good night sleep is one of those things that you hear doctors talk about all the time. But none of them actually takes the time to tell you why…
Why You Need a Good Night Sleep — HUMAN PERFORMANCE PSYCHOLOGY
As I’ve mentioned I’ve been sleeping really poorly lately. So I thought I’d remind my mind why we both need our rest.
I do wonder how – “you can train yourself to fall asleep faster and without the need of tools”???
Tonight I dream of summer sky
Of of flying free, never asking why
All trouble vanish there up high
Where lovely birds sang trilling lullaby
Oh, come soar sweet warm summer sky
© REDCAT
I couldn’t sleep. Again! So I gave up on tossing and turning. And wrote a little poem instead.
Inspired by this week’s Whirligig. Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #5: A Tiny Light at the End of the Plastic Tunnel
Haunted nights
Disrupted sleep
Grinding theethHeart-longed ghosts
Reawaken grief
Daylight seizeAngry wraiths
Trauma made
Flashback gavePhantom could-have-been
Raises fear
Near-miss dearLonely-heart specter
Honest trust
Hope dustShades erupting
Legions burned
Can humans learnPoet quills
© REDCAT
Nighttime fills
Worrywart stills
I’ve had a couple of weeks of restless rest. The death-rebirth energies surrounding midwinter tends to do that. Especially if you work with yourself then.
Add to that the realization that climate change is not longer a thing of the future. Climate emergency is NOW. So we should ACT NOW. Stop consuming so much! Choose better materials. Work towards not using fossil fuels. And so on and so forth. All the things I feel like a broken record for repeating again, and again, and again.
As icing on the cake comes angst as a beloved friend, and several others, had a near miss with death. Senseless violence that’s probably aimed at someone, but shows total lack of care for human life. Again, loss of life is down to sheer coincidences. I really don’t want to live in a world where some think blowing a bomb, nearly talking a building, is a correct response to anything!
Poem written for weekly challenge: GHOSTS at earthweal.
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