Sunday, 18 July 2010

Staying




Where do we find the will to run
With shameless spirit, innocent ease,
To where we had abandoned fun,
And pinned our dreams to a random breeze?

When does a feeling translate to a look
Of irresistible knowing,
Instinctive reaction, emotional hook,
Mutual grounds for not going?

Where, in the heart, are those dials
That read the rate of tears,
Measure distance out in smiles,
Calculate the depth of fears?


For reasons too complex to go into here, we are not making the move to Cornwall after all. Initially, we were desperately disappointed, now we're trying to be philosophical. We're staying put - at least, for now.



© 2010, copyright Martin T. Hodges

10 comments:

  1. It is still within reach, for short or longer stays.

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  2. You are spinning beauty from your disappointment. Well done.

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  3. I know my initial reaction to your proposed move was that you should think hard before putting distance between you and your grandchildren. Now, however, that I've seen how much you wanted the move, I'm sad (and a little guilty) that it didn't work out.

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  4. Beautiful and sad words... and a reflection of your state of mind. Always, the loveliest words are born this way. Perhaps there will be time... or the possibility... later... for moving. One never knows what good will come from keeping things as they are for a while.

    Nevine

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  5. You have expressed the situation wonderfully, Martin. I know where you're coming from (no pun intended). We live in a 1940s house that constantly needs things doing to it- things we cannot do ourselves. We often talk of selling up and moving back to the small town we moved from over 10 years ago sometime after we were first married. We get excited about the prospect of going back (usually when we go up there for a visit) and start looking at houses for a couple of days and then inevitably, we talk ourselves out of it.
    It's hard, isn't it? Maybe one day! Don't give up the dream!
    I'd actually sell up and move to the U.K. in a flash if we didn't have four cats (not to mention the responsibility of my 81 year-old mom.)
    Kat

    P.S. I love the image - it's reminds me of an Impressionist painting.

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  6. Life is all about choices and changes and sometimes the Universe knows best. Like Kat, I enjoyed your impressionist picture too - it's like looking through a rain splattered window.

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  7. Picture and poem are beautiful. If your disappointment can make you produce work like this I almost wish for more of it. (Okay, I am selfish)

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  8. English Rider - We have promised ourselves that we'll visit more often now.

    Vicki - When my grandmother was feeling a bit down, she used to say, "my ball has lost its bounce." Luckily, I have inherited her optimistic outlook, and it rarely takes too long for the bounce to return.

    Susan - I could see where you were coming from. Certainly no need to feel even the tiniest bit guilty.

    Nevine - "One never knows what good will come from keeping things as they are for a while." We're hanging on to this very point of view.

    Kat - It always was a head and heart situation. As you rightly say, it's hard, but I've never been one to give up on a dream.

    Jinksy - However much we might believe in free will, sometimes people and events get you thinking that things are rather more mapped out than we realise.

    Friko - I recognise a kind comment when I see one, and yours doesn't have a selfish ring to it.

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  9. As so often, life is a series of decisions made for us and within whose bounds we do our best.

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