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Headstall's Reflections - 46. Chapter 46 Soup of the Day

I promise I'll write something happy when this month is over. I have to let out what churns inside. A metered poem, nine syllables per line.

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 46 Soup of the Day

 

 

I can’t rally those thoughts to relieve

The baggage I have chosen to bear

Sorrow impedes the need to believe

And my shields are suffering from wear

 

Heavy doubts are the soup of the day

Swallowed down in stubborn denial

Of the hurt that is still aimed my way

Heaving remnants of bitterest bile

 

Yet I clutch at the straws in the wind

Deflecting till my mind becomes clear

Knowing all of my hopes have been pinned

On reluctant dreams harnessed by fear

 

In solitude I perch on my throne

Pondering all of those years long gone

There’s a thing I must do on my own

King no more, just a lonely old pawn

I hate February!

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It is a fine poem, even it is sad. Sending you a hug. One day the walk over pieces of broken glass will be over, but everything has its own time. :hug:

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Soup of the day? Make mine tomato, with a grilled cheese on the side...there's nothing better to bring comfort on a February day. March is around the corner with its promise of Spring, and a host of new dreams and promises.
I'd light a bonfire on a hill just for you, if I was allowed to play with matches! :D

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I'm with CG.. big bowl of Tomato soup with grilled cheese.. omg perfect. I might add fries because I've been craving them badly for some reason.
Hang in Gary .. Lyssa is right each thing has it's own season...
hugs tim xoxoo

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A great use of the form ... I would wish for you the glorious spring sun to wash away this winter of your discontent ... apologies to Master Shakespear but then you're not exactly King Lear. Buck up old man you're to important to too many people and far too wise to be maudlin over things you cannot undo. May I have potato soup with my grilled cheese?

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You are not a pawn, my friend, you are still a King. Although the overall theme of this poem is sad (and I get ya), I love how you laid the verse out with matching metered lines. Very well done. Full of rich emotion. As Val said, March will be here soon. Cheers - Mac

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Your title is perfect and your command of the meter is wonderfully controlled. How hard we are on ourselves sometimes. Perhaps it is that we play all the parts, king and pawn and all the rest, for such is the daily change in life's menu. But you, my friend are a true knight, for your courage and grace show through in this.

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On 02/19/2017 03:43 AM, Lyssa said:

It is a fine poem, even it is sad. Sending you a hug. One day the walk over pieces of broken glass will be over, but everything has its own time. :hug:

Thanks, Lyssa. "... walk over pieces of broken glass... " I like that a lot :hug:

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On 02/19/2017 08:50 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

Soup of the day? Make mine tomato, with a grilled cheese on the side...there's nothing better to bring comfort on a February day. March is around the corner with its promise of Spring, and a host of new dreams and promises.

I'd light a bonfire on a hill just for you, if I was allowed to play with matches! :D

LOL... thanks for making me laugh, buddy... much love :hug:

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On 02/19/2017 09:01 AM, Mikiesboy said:

I'm with CG.. big bowl of Tomato soup with grilled cheese.. omg perfect. I might add fries because I've been craving them badly for some reason.

Hang in Gary .. Lyssa is right each thing has it's own season...

hugs tim xoxoo

Thanks, tim. I'm a tomato soup guy too... but dugh's potato soup sounds good as well :hug:

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On 02/19/2017 09:11 AM, dughlas said:

A great use of the form ... I would wish for you the glorious spring sun to wash away this winter of your discontent ... apologies to Master Shakespear but then you're not exactly King Lear. Buck up old man you're to important to too many people and far too wise to be maudlin over things you cannot undo. May I have potato soup with my grilled cheese?

Thanks, dugh. Wise words, my friend. Yes, to potato soup... I'll join you :hug:

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On 02/19/2017 09:56 AM, MacGreg said:

You are not a pawn, my friend, you are still a King. Although the overall theme of this poem is sad (and I get ya), I love how you laid the verse out with matching metered lines. Very well done. Full of rich emotion. As Val said, March will be here soon. Cheers - Mac

Can't find my crown, buddy. Thanks for the comments... I appreciate them, and you :hug:

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On 02/19/2017 02:03 PM, Parker Owens said:

Your title is perfect and your command of the meter is wonderfully controlled. How hard we are on ourselves sometimes. Perhaps it is that we play all the parts, king and pawn and all the rest, for such is the daily change in life's menu. But you, my friend are a true knight, for your courage and grace show through in this.

Thanks, Parker. I'm glad you liked it... thanks for your support... it helps :hug:

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On 02/20/2017 12:18 PM, Lux Apollo said:

I really liked the soup of the day imagery. Well done with the metering, too. :-)

Thanks, lux. It seemed apt for how different my days can be... I like the discipline of meter... at least I can control something :hug:

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On 02/21/2017 11:32 AM, mollyhousemouse said:

:hug: lots and lots of :hug:

And a little :Steve2:

But mostly :hug:

Love the little hockey player... he made me smile. Thanks, molly :hug:

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I know this is probably supposed to show stubborn weariness of the writer, but to me it shows strength and tenacity. Stubborn yes, but a refusal to let the bad hold you down for long. :hug:

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On 02/22/2017 01:33 PM, LitLover said:

I know this is probably supposed to show stubborn weariness of the writer, but to me it shows strength and tenacity. Stubborn yes, but a refusal to let the bad hold you down for long. :hug:

It was a bad day, my friend... thanks... :hug:

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