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Tag: anxiety

Answer: Life

October 29, 2022 by David Horton, posted in History, literature

Question: What do you call it when you confidently bid “Four No Trumps” and fail to take a trick?

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Tree rings

June 23, 2022 by David Horton, posted in poetry

Twenty five years

ago, my friend

gave me a tree

seedling, that had

grown where we both

worked, as a

start for my new

garden. It has

outlived him by

ten years, and will

outlive me by

one hundred years.

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Pressure point

August 30, 2021 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

Comes a time in

everyone’s

life when the most

thrilling event

of a week is

not a party

or a present

or promotion

or lottery

win, but just a

low blood pressure

reading for once.

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Boogey Man

August 14, 2021 by David Horton, posted in poetry

Anxiety

is a monster

hiding around

every corner,

under every bed,

in every unopened

cupboard,

on sunny days

and dark nights,

in Winter and Spring,

in happy memories

and sad memories,

and I can never

say “Boo Monster”.

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4 am

August 4, 2021 by David Horton, posted in poetry

It would be good,

would it not, to

live in moments,

completely,

and not try to

anticipate

and retrospect

every last

heartbeat each night

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Clocking off

July 26, 2021 by David Horton, posted in poetry

Old age is

like a clock

that gains time

faster and

faster then

suddenly

stops

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Fresh air

August 16, 2020 by David Horton, posted in cancer, History, literature, poetry

I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.

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Pointless

July 28, 2020July 28, 2020 by David Horton, posted in History, media, poetry, politics

We all spend

our lives now

trying not

to become

data points

on a graph.

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Losers

July 9, 2020 by David Horton, posted in atheism, cancer, History, literature, poetry

The sign at the

Supermarket

checkout proudly

said “new winners

every day”,

which is a much

better deal than

we all get at

the Life checkout.

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Payment due

June 25, 2020 by David Horton, posted in History, literature, poetry

Writing a

memoir is

a life’s work.

It has to

be earned

by the lines

of your face,

the wrinkles

of your hands,

the night fears

of your sleep,

the weariness

of your brain,

the failing of

your body,

and finished

just in time.

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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