Dear Readers
Here's a poem about a distnat holiday. Some lines about being away from you. My thoughts race to what's really happening. But will they prove to be true?
Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO
Foreword
Does anyone want to know what a "hard" holiday is?
Anyone curious about how to get one or what it could even be?
Do you need you to hear the tale of a country virtually destroyed?
Does everything have to be real on holiday?
Is it important to get away and try to forget everything - and is it reasonable?
Poem
Notes
This poem was written after I took a holiday into deepest Wales, UK.
There was a day on holiday that all hell was let loose from the heavens and I could see the country light up behind the mountains.
I sat on cold stone imagining all back home had gone, you had gone.
With unlimited sadness, I went back to bed only to wake up again with everything alright.
At some near point, you may feel the need to go on a holiday and leave everyone behind.
It may be a magical, mysterious, or for you, lonely experience.
Take the holiday and soak in it, photos are optional, the real thing is important.
This is a poem for documenting a holiday from torn love near some mountains.
We do need holidays to change our perspective on life, perhaps not too much.
So make your plans, tell your family and off you go.
It may be something you will never forget like I didn't.
Haiku
Hard Holiday
it is so sad stone --
listen to the music loud
behind my back burned
