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I’m tired
A bit lonely,
I have company,
But it isn’t easy.
I should ring you
I should speak,
But I hesitate,
I wait.
And all alone,
But yet, together,
My mind is caught,
My brain is baffled.
My shoulders tight.
I am alone,
In the end,
All alone.
Lonely.
The world is growing fast
But I ache
More things to do,
I ache..
Plants to tend and pot up.
I hurt.
Too much tending,
Too much weeding,
Too much trimming and pruning.
Using sinews I forgot I had.
Back aches,
Shoulder aches.
Hands hurt.
Don’t overdo things?
After years of neglect
My garden is being manicured,
And I ache.
Arching branches across the water
Filtering sunlight
Reflecting green and brown and grey.
Sunlight shimmers off the surface,
Cutting through you view,
Scattering rays
Branches fathomed in deep waters.
Silenced birds
Hidden tangles.
Trees trapped and caged,
Then all at once.
Release.
The sky, bright blue.
Clouds of cherry blossom
float above the ground,
tied down to branches,
so they don’t soar up,
creating pink and white billows,
high up in the cerulean sky.
Blossoming petals,
snowing down in the breeze,
landing on soil and paths,
scattered by the breeze.
Cotton candy flowers,
nourishing the bees.
The cat sat in the box.
Not on a mat,
or in a hat,
not on a roof
or under a hoof.
Not in a car
or on top of a door.
Not up the stairs
or on the chairs.
But in a box
where it lived,
or died.
It was Schrodingers
purring..
Cat.
Where does the cat sit?
On the fridge?
On the cupboard?
In the cupboard!
In the washing machine?
On your bed.
In the sink,
On you chair?
On the washing basket…..
On the windowledge?
In the flowerbed.
Behind a flowerpot?
Basically…
Wherever it wants to.!
Chaos abounds
Knowledge unfound.
How do we live,
How to survive?
Stay alive.
Keep your head down,
Stay and don’t roam.
Keep to your home.
Stay safe,
Stay secure,
In lockdown.
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Watching leaves grow
Or paint dry,
Endless ads
For funeral plans?
Monetise the virus
They think.
Are you bored yet?
We are not there
Yet.
We are stuck
Yet
We are tired
Yet…
Nature knows
Nature returns
Nature renews.
That’s the news.
We HAD Gin in the house…
Now we have none,
We HAD tonic
Now that’s gone.
We HAD food in the house.
It has been eaten
We HAD warmth in the house.
It has escaped.
What HAVE we got left?
Our LOVE.
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He sneezes
I flinch
It’s an allergy
But I don’t feel safe
Wrap up safe I say
So he takes his scarf
Wraps it round
Wound about
Like a mummy
In blue and orange
Get an antihistamine
I say
Cringing
As the sneezing
continues
Atishoo
We all fall down?
Mallaband-Brown