I have been experimenting with the poetic form – The CHERITA . . .
‘Cherita’ is the Malay word for story or tale. A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be written solo or with up to three partners. (See the website at: https://www.thecherita.com for further information).
A letter arrives.
Hope stirs; Is it from her?
Addressed to: ‘The householder’. One more disappointment.
our world is not always a nice place to be so let’s take off for paradise to do that we must dream so make a wish and dream the dreams made from memories choose daydreams for they are made from pleasant ones precious jewels of remembered moments of childhood pleasures recreated in golden colours under warm and generous skies for what is nirvana but bliss a perfect quietude remembered from that golden age when cares were so far away as to be invisible and joy was present in the simplicity of a walk in a spring meadow in hesitant steps across a bubbling beck in that breath of early evening air bringing the scent of heather and with it the rustle of new leaves bursting to catch the evening air amongst the rolling northern hills the cradled landscape of that now distant home forever a part of my being both bedrock and comfort of my present and succour of my hopes for the future
Walk, Eat, Sleep, Wake, Little to do To myself I talk Thus the story of twenty-twenty Gone the years of more and plenty Cover my face as in disgrace Cross my heart and keep apart Cuddles banned Hugs verboten Kiss me quick all that forgotten When will it end and will it ever A Life to live A love to sever Lock me up they might as well For where I am there I dwell Nothing but time to fill each day And time never ends so here I stay Locked in this cell not feeling well Till hope returns and once again within me burns
With bared feet and sadness in my soul I walk in the shallows the waves rippling to my bare feet I follow the ribs of the sand to their end in the swell of the next wave and by their disappearance I recognise the promise of their continuation for the world is in flux a life beginning as another ends memory fading at first soon settles into expectation an affirmation as the embers of all that cease to be are carried forward in the seeds of a future hope
Sun comes with morning’s news Bright sky floods the straightening horizon And gloom disperses with the waking day My tunnel view widens its purview Funnels its Richard Of York colours Revealing improving prospects Pleasure-principled and hope-led If-Only hopes Offering release Instead of regret Along with a reinstituted Plan Of Action End of inertia Perhaps and possibly Depending on This and That On Doubt and Uncertainty On Doubt or Certainty These Will-We, Won’t-We times Tremble on the brink Promising nothing Yet Delivering Hope To our nebulous days
After the drab-dull morning The close shift-shadow Hovered over the remaining day And grey-clung cloud Described yet one more of So many days Of such undistinguished gloom So few delights to hollow out this tomb For when the darkness comes And with it fading hope Then amidst the shadows I calcify and mope Regrets are worth forgetting The future lost Loses meaning In the tangle of forgotten days Each succeeded by yet another Missed opportunity One more goal-less draw Reducing the life still left to me
‘Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.‘ King James Bible . . . Matthew 6:34. ‘Sermon on the Mount’
Yes … Tomorrow is another day One more locked-down day to bear While for me the world outside attempts to hide from view Yet I know that Somewhere The sun shines, while elsewhere snow’s warmth blankets the tumbling hills The rain is working its vernal wonders in the forest and the world’s waves beat upon its brackish shores
My life’s sideshow cowers in lockdown’s shade The life I once learnt to live fades And a new one awaits Granted by science and by human endeavour A new path to wend – to explore A road less travelled which I must learn to love The old well-tbeaten ways no longer lead to certainty only to danger and distress And so amidst a tangled understanding of right and wrong The future lives on in uncertainty’s haze