Haiku; What Ivy Doesn’t Know About Depression + Field Of Dreams + Photo (Disabled Access in Use)

facebooks Daily Haiku 255 has the days theme as Ivy within this weeks theme of depression What Ivy Doesn’t Know About DepressionIvy called me outFrom deep depressive momentsOr she says she tried You should see her tryWith her queries and questionsHer invasive stance She tried very hardShe wouldn’t be told not toKnowing what she knows ... Haiku; What Ivy Doesn’t Know About Depression + Field Of Dreams + Photo (Disabled Access in Use)

Haiku; What Ivy Doesn’t Know About Depression + Field Of Dreams + Photo (Disabled Access in Use)

facebooks Daily Haiku 255 has the days theme as Ivy within this weeks theme of depression

What Ivy Doesn’t Know About Depression

Ivy called me out
From deep depressive moments
Or she says she tried

You should see her try
With her queries and questions
Her invasive stance

She tried very hard
She wouldn’t be told not to
Knowing what she knows

She just has to try
Try so very very hard
Its what’s good for me

Speaking up and out
Revealing souls dark secret
Letting it all out

But when she heard this
Ghost of secret spectral past
Ivy ran away

And gladdened my day
Free from the inquisition
I sat in the dark

Looking through windows
Over urban horizons
To see Ivy run

And then it happened
As far as I am aware
A wry smile appeared

Richard Downes
30th November 2020
(From the Haiku series)

A Field Of Dreams

In the field the Diggers dig together
Their alloted time in allotments come
Soup is made from their forever growing
Self sufficient in work they feed others

On the border a photographer snaps
Whilst another camera rolls new film
A microphone is placed to receive sound
From the field where Diggers dig together

Rabbits scamper away from this hoo ha
Their working of the fields never complete
They will sleep this daytime waiting for stars
Their alloted time in allotments soon

Diggers and photographers wave hellos
Comradeship exists across the acres
Photographers cherish Diggers digging
Soup is made from their forever growing

Stillness in the burrows beneath their feet
Where rabbits dream of landscapes yet to be
No shovels and spades for these architects
Self sufficient in sleep they feed vision

Richard Downes
1st December 2020
(From the Barrow Tarot series)