Disappointment growing
Like mold on a wall
Feeding the mind with
Poison for the heart
Black clouds spreading
Across our personal space
Darkening and obscuring
Happiness and love
Just because
Expectations were too high
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2017 00:44
- Comment from author about the poem: How many times are we disappointed when we really should not have been. But, if expectations are not met, there is always something missing.
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Came to an abrupt halt on this one wondering where the 'u' in mould had gone until it dawned on me this is the American spelling - I tell you I'm not with it this morning. Anyway once over that I must say this so good - I often by-pass poems about emotions in I call the 'Woe is Me' genre but no chance of that here.
Thanks so much Michael. You got me going there for a minute. Had to look up the mold versus mould 'controversy', and you are right. But then, my car has a trunk while yours has a boot, and there were a lot of trucks on the road today, but I didn't see one lorry!
And you are right again, there is no 'woe is me' in this poem. I tried to express the feelings generated when expectations are not met.
Thank you again for reading. Love your comments!
And we have pavements and we can go on forever - cheers Fred
We all have expectations that are sometimes dashed but what we must do is pick ourselves up and start again. Good write.
Thank you Goldfinch! Either that or lower our expectations.
This was pleasant. Good one.
Thank you so much Nicholas!
So very true, we both disappoint and are disappointed in this life. I wonder if theres a balance. Sometimes we can see we are going to disappoint. Is it best to let one down gently - and usually fail - or to slap them with it? Who knows?
Thanks b-e!
Great question, don't know the answer either!
ALAS FRED ~ in my experience too ~ the greater the EXPECTATION ~ the greater the DISAPPOINTMENT. specially with Ladies. My MANTRA now is "Expect NOTHING and you are always well pleased with SOMETHING ! Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian, I think you are right. If there are no expectations, there can not be any disappointments. Just go with the flow!
Well reminded for me to drop all expectations in life, think I'm 90% there
Thanks PD, once you are 100% there, everything is a bonus!
Nothing wrong with expecting the best of outcomes. To expect less makes them come less often. My philosophy at least, for what it's worth.
Sorry for the mold/mould on your wall, Fred. Excellent poem grew out of it!
Thanks Louis, and please, do not apologize for anything, especially the mold/mould thing!!!
This is why the best is to not expect, but we do expect. With time I've learned a lot. I'm most of the time living in the now. Is so much easier. No suffering upfront and no suffering after either. Nice write Fred
Thanks Malu, you are right, but it is hard not to expect anything.
It truly is. It is like one is dying and it is truly dying but it is the death of the ego. The beauty of it is that it is a happy death. It is to die in a way to live better. Well, hard to explain.
I'm only half dead, half of me still having a shy desire, shy expectation. Faded
So there is still hope for you! 🙂
Yes, maybe. The disciple said to the master: master I desire that I can live just to serve God. As the master replied: son, do not desire.
Think we can all be guilty of setting expectations too high!! Enjoyed your poem.
Thanks Sue, you are right, we are all guilty of this. Thanks for reading!
Is it due to the high humidity in Hawaii that mold growing on wall?
Reading this makes me understand
"no expectations,
no disappointments"
So we will feel satisfied all the time. Isn't that a little bit boring?
Nice poem.
Mahalo mam, and yes, it is very humid here. Every time I fly to the mainland my lips split and I get dry skin. Mold is a constant battle.
I guess it could be "boring" to be satisfied all the time, but you don't really have to drop all expectations, just try not to set them so high that disappointment is inevitable.
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