(or, maybe, magnum opus)
A year’s – a life’s? – work
All my fears about my honours year dissertation in one handy haiku. I have been writing about the international law on rape during war, and what improvements can be made, since around July last year when I picked the topic. Some of the research was harrowing, but necessary. I am extremely proud of the work I’ve put in but I naturally feel that I could have done more. Fingers crossed now for a First! Lol.
So, 3 whole months since I last created and posted anything. During that time I’ve been:
busy, hopeful, sad,
heartbroken, lonely, nervous,
proud, happy, tired
That’s as much as I can manage for now. Poetry involves expressing feelings and emotions that it’s often difficult to allow to happen.
train rumbles towards darkness
blue skies left behind
The sunset today was incredible, but the train was so full of people and yet so quiet that I couldn’t use my phone to get a pic of it for fear of being seen acting really weird (my phone takes the loudest pictures). You’d think I’d be ok with being branded as a bit strange after a whole lifetime of strangeness, but some days I’d rather just blend.
the search for the muse
can lead to unknown places
or bring you back home
you remain silent,
so longed-for answers must wait
Just about every word of this post has at least a double meaning. Inspiration has finally struck. I generally don’t like to refer to an anonymous “you” in anything I write, but in this case I think it’s appropriate. “You” know who “you” are.
Why is it, when I argue with you in my head, you still won’t listen?
fallen autumn leaves
give daylight an amber hue-
illusion of warmth
Apologies for massive picture. This is the view from one of my windows – autumn has kicked in in full now and Scotland is a great place to be. I shall be taking a small road trip next week to Pitlochry, where the autumn scenery is even more incredible.
Lies we tell ourselves
stem from what others tell us,
but they’re not to blame
For a long time now I’ve been thinking that certain people I know are totally narcissistic. But actually I think everybody is – a bit. We all have the frightening ability to see and hear what we wish to see and hear, or at least whichever version of reality that absolves us of all blame or responsibility. I can’t make peace with a situation until I can place myself in it completely honestly, and either accept the blame or realise I’m not to blame. This isn’t easy or even always possible though.
Narcissus could only see himself. Narcissistic people can only see others through their own reflection. I think it’s important to be able to slip out of your own skin and flip a situation on its head. Unfortunately some people aren’t able to do that at all, but we should all try.