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HM Poetry

Hope

In a derelict world,

We need Kindness.

Yet, kindness may not be enough.

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Recklessness takes away strength,

Compels us to carry the cost and

Turns us to strife

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In a world of strife

We need Patience.

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Patience to bear what is raw

Will turn against us

Transform us to fighters

Who savour their rudeness.

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In a world of rudeness

We need Grace.

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But rudeness can alter a man

To a beast that is stronger

And laughs at our grace

To plunge us into the depth

Of despair.

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In a world of despair

We need Hope

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Will hope be our saviour

When thoroughly lost?

Or will strength come together and

Bring us across?

©HMH, 2021

Categories
Drawings HM

Four Flower drawings

Rose
Waterlily

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These four drawings stem from a period when I was learning to paint porcelain. It was a painstaking process, and my patience did give out. What remains are some sketches and – if it isn’t much – it’s better than nothing.

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Bouquet
Columbines

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© HMH, 2021

Categories
HM Stray Toughts

Food for Thought

The sun visited for a few minutes yesterday. Today it has been snowing. Apparently, the polar vortex bears part of the guilt for the extreme conditions this winter. It might be colder tomorrow. The weather keeps see-sawing, and that may not change for the foreseeable future. It may get warmer for a couple of days, but there are always sudden temperature drops. No wonder that it’s difficult to adjust.

What a pity that humanity has done so much to screw up nature. We’re reaping the reward now. Or is it a punishment? Rather. There’s nothing to do but to make the best of it. Of course, that goes for everything that occurs these days. This is a weird period. One must stop to think, but the thoughts are hardly pleasant. Have we reached the point of no return? Who can tell? With the COVID19 situation, with the weather shot to pieces, with the general decay in comportment, it becomes urgent to ask such questions.

Was humanity always fraught with such flaws? No doubt. The question is whether we’ve moved so far towards a lack of consideration for our fellow human beings that this alone will constitute the beginning of our end. It isn’t easy to judge. Perhaps we need a wider perspective. On the other hand, it is not so simple to find out what the complete concept is and where it might lead us. Aye, that’s the rub. We dream and hope and think, but we may not be able to put a finger on the crux of the matter.

Where did we go wrong? Did we ever go right? Is that the real question? If so, we aren’t much better off than pond scum. Is there the slightest prospect for rectifying everything that we’ve caused through negligence and stupidity, through greed and selfishness? Where can we turn to find a path that will take us to a safe shore? If such a marvel exists? Maybe these questions are futile. Maybe we must look for the right questions. Could it be a matter of starting to think about what we, as individuals, might achieve?

Maybe one person can’t do much, except change his or her way of thinking. That must be the first step. It’s so easy to lean back and say – I alone can’t do anything. Stop and think. This may not be the place to start. If we start questioning what we do – and begin to take small steps in a better direction if we share our thoughts and actions, may it not create a movement towards something valuable? It may be a slow process, but it’s better than no process at all. If every individual would think and do our little bits to benefit the world we live in, could it make a difference? A tentative butterfly effect? It might be our only chance. If we wait, we won’t make a difference, but if we dare to move forward and do small deeds that may seem pointless in the large picture, this could inspire others to do their part.

© HMH, 2021

Categories
HM Poetry

Brooding

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Green lights

An orgiastic future fades

How to grasp when the tension

Between the possible and impossible

Fails?

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A blueish lawn turns frosty

And naked feet will never progress

Along the faded roses.

Futile fears

Turn the city into shadows

Wailing about their loss.

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We live in obscurity

Possessed by reckless

Dreams that were

Never meant to succeed.

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© HMH, 2021

Categories
HM Paintings

Two Winter Sketches

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Just a short post this time to wish you all Happy New Year. I’m certain that most people are relieved to say goodbye to 2020 and hope that 2021 will be better – at least by degrees. Again, my sketches are digital works that I hope to paint sooner or later. . .

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© HMH, 2021