Powering through the Plague
people are bored
desperate to find
things to do
where has she gone wrong
flat out as usual
barely has a minute to herself
cooking
cleaning
washing
paying bills
phone calls
food shopping
bills
did i say bills
attempts at
hair dressing
grooming
banking
petrol
the car needs a wash
the dehumidifier has to be cleaned
too much to remember
lists
lists
more lists
whip up some poems
one per day for april
her poems have stretched out
falling asleep on the computer
lucky them
plants
she forgot to water the plants
she forgot to go for a walk
she forgot to look at the sky
she forgot to go to the pharmacist
she forgot to save her own life
who does all this stuff
who does this stuff
for everyone else
so
the others can be bored
so
they can be at loose ends
a slave i suppose
she dreams of being bored
she dreams of having time
her dream
social isolation
social distancing
it's never going to happen
Weekly Scribblings # PSU
Day 14
Margritte
after a certain age
a woman becomes invisible
getting old does that
thats ok as long as i
am never invisible to you
sweet thing
imaginary gardens with real toads
Day 15
Shadorma
twas folly
to think it would work
so what's new
same old thing
boy meets girl then girl leaves boy
another broken heart
imaginary garden with real toads
Day 16
lili loved luxuriating in a bath
she looked forward to it
all day long
lately it was becoming more difficult
to get out
thoughts of fork lifts and cranes
flooded her mind
so once again she had to forego
another of her very few pleasures in life
Day 17
oblivious
the fairy wren sings her song
while the world empties
imaginary garden with real toads
Day 18
encouragement
should have been forthcoming
at some stage
however no such luck
her recollection being
a one man band
imaginary garden with real toads
Day 19
- canopy frost despair omen sensual
- wander dawn blood wistful features
- lightly pity guts crocus blue
- spring change dark edge mouth
he was a blood brother
a wanderer
born under a canopy of despair
a dark beauty with striking features
and a sensual mouth
a sensitive soul who
liked to lightly finger the crocus flowers
on a frosty dawn walk
watch the pink sky change to blue
read omens in cloud formations
wistful at times
but when the vulnerable
were targeted
he would spring like a panther
into defensive action
and without pity
wear the opponent's guts for garters
imaginary garden with toads
Actually this pandemic i think wishes to make slaves of us all, slaves to pain, slaves to suiting up in protective gear, slaves to cleaning, slaves to sanitizing, slaves to hand washing,
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed day Rall
Much🌼love
I have never fully understood boredom. Perhaps there aren't things that someone doesn't want to do. But... there is always something that one can be doing--my closets, kitchen drawers, and exercise routines have never been as neat as they are right now.
ReplyDeleteBoredom is never my problem either, not even in these plague-y days when every day seems a repetition of the last. There are always books to read! (Sorry, forget cleaning the cupboards and kitchen cabinets.)
DeleteI like that closing irony!
ReplyDeleteAre Mums like this still? It used to be the norm but I am sure some advances have been made. The trouble with the endemic is the loss of jobs and loss of freedom.
ReplyDeleteThis is great! LOVE it.
ReplyDeleteThis is deeply touching! I think it all comes down to perspective in the end! 💝
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying them all. I particularly like number 19 ... for all sorts of reasons.
ReplyDeleteGreat work, Rall.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Rall!
ReplyDeleteA fascinating collection. Touches all bases.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness this is skillfully, and most elegantly done, Rall!💝 I absolutely love it. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Rall
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Day 17: It's frightening, actually, to think that the world is emptying.
ReplyDeleteAlmost a diary in poetry. And so much more. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a collection...Love the dark turn in the last one
ReplyDeleteThere are always things to do but chores should be shared. A great journey in thought and poetry here Rall!
ReplyDeleteWhat a romantic hero! – your Day 19.
ReplyDeleteThank you for persevering with these poems, sharing them as almost a poetic litany of the week, encouraging us all by reminding us how much effort goes into keeping our worlds relatively orderly -- and yet finding time for poetry.
ReplyDeleteI especially enjoyed days 17 though 19. You paint such wondrously whimsical pictures with your words.
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