It's A Hard Life

Trawling, and in there somewhere is the answer
Crawling, and sometimes needs must
Appalling, and always being able to surprise the gods
Bawling, and lose your temper lose the argument
Stalling, and hoping that in the meantime a genie will appear
Calling, and waiting for a reply but it never comes
Falling, and assuming that everything gets caught
Mauling, and acting like any other predator
Brawling, and always forgetting to look for other solutions
Paling, and hiding to avoid facing the world
Galling, and immediately grasping the pensive pen
Hauling, and as usual finding the weight is too much

©2004 Hey Hey

In addition to being a good and strong and well-made poem which makes sense and makes good points, you also employ an enjoyable variation to customary practice which I find refreshing; instead of the usual end-rhyme, you apply what I might call "beginning-rhyme" to your lines, to fascinating effect.

Hey Hey, I think you are getting to be a better poet all the time. I hope I am too.

I must go and practice now, and try to get better, like you.

I have nominated you for what I consider to be an important honor here on our site. I do hope you will accept this as a gift of love and thanks.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

(Question: Did you mean "palling" instead of "paling" in your third line from the last? I read it as a typo.)

Many thanks for your comments Steven. As the eminent Poetry Board boss you have spotted the a"paling" problem! My spell checker says that my version is correct although I thought that double "l" was correct. It is the one noun I used and means a barrier, as opposed to palling that from "pall" I assume means to become dull or sour. But that's why I taught science and not english. And as you know that I used to say "I can't spel"!

No, No, that's fine; I was just wondering.

Your explanation and your word-choice make perfect sense. I just wanted to understand if I were reading your poem correctly. My vision is absolutely TERRIBLE and no mistake; I am quite capable of misreading. I have to practically stick the tip o' me snout to the glass of the monitor.

I must see if new lenses in my little spectacles will suffice.

I think I have written so many tiny musical notes, and so many sonnets, that my vision is affected thereby.

Which reminds me, I must go and do some more of that just now.

Hey, Hey Hey, did you see my latest posted sonnet, #981, with its reference to The Cure? I hope you like it. I adore Robert Smith; how I wish I could get my hair to do what his does!

I have everything I want in my little life, except hair like Robert Smith. Oh well.

I am so happy that you are such a good friend to Silke and me. Thank you.

Ubi caritas, etc.