"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, April 6, 2020
waiting for the curve to flatten (& fall) --->
pair of chickadees
are busy
building nest of twigs
daffodil shoots are opening
to sunshine, dewy-eyed
our windows are closed
- shoes boxed - jackets folded -
tucked away
as house becomes
- fortress -
we hide here,
counting cases
- fatalities/country -
with gloves
- masked -
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.
This is a 44 word post, with the given word, CLOSE. See you when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST. Hope you are all safe!!!
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We needed to have fresh air so we let it come in... I think we can mostly keep with common sense. It seems like we soon are the only people in world who are not in prison.
ReplyDeleteI’ve been watching that curve on the daily bulletins, Grace. It looks like it might be falling over here. It’s comforting to think that life goes on outside – those chickadees made me smile. And it’s weird to think that my husband used to come home from work and not worry about his boots and clothes. He has so much PPE in his job anyway, and heavy-duty overalls. Sadly, he lost a friend to corona virus on 29th March.
ReplyDeleteThere is a marked contrast between those chickadees and our behaviors this spring.
ReplyDeleteThe birds just get on with things, as Frank says.
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace. The words "counting cases" hit me right in the gut. Such strange times. But the grace and beauty of nature right outside our windows is such HOPE.
ReplyDeleteSuch a juxtaposition between what is happening outside and inside.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece, Grace!
So very topical. Nature is ignoring our plight, isn't she?
ReplyDeleteIt is very sad. I've been trying to go out for walks--but now I'm not sure if I have to wear a mask, and that just got be anxious. But spring goes on. :)
ReplyDeleteIt feels like no end in sight right now. As time goes on the restrictions are increasing and the supplies chains are drying up. Please let the curves flatten and fall soon.
ReplyDeleteI spend time watching the birds and listening to their songs...they are carrying on and it gives me a semblance of normalcy. I'm keeping positive thoughts going that the curve will flatten and fall very soon. My best to you, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWe are all behind the same 4 walls so to speak, although my windows are always open, the better to hear the birds. (K)
ReplyDeleteI have been watching nature mostly inside these days. Now, they recommend masks which you can't find so I have to make one.
ReplyDeleteI hope the curve flattens soon.
It's too close for comfort...but I like the chickadees!
ReplyDeleteThe chickadees in my yard have now come and sit on the fence even when the dog and I are outside. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteIt was great walking around the neighborhhod. I walk in it quite frequently, pollen mask on. Don't let yourself get tooo shut in.
ReplyDeleteSigh.....our new reality.
ReplyDeleteSo sad is this world now.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Muchđź’—love
It's hard to know whether the beautiful spring (or in my case the spectacular autumn) makes it easier or harder (or neither). Thanks for this fine meditation and may the curve flatten for all of us.
ReplyDeleteWhere is the fortress really? Is it our houses or the fears and questions that allow us to abide in isolation?
ReplyDeleteNature continues while we wait it out...long wait it seems too.
ReplyDeleteWe can always count on nature to lift us to a higher place. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteso well expressed...hope those glimpses of nature help us revive...
ReplyDeleteI love how this moves from the freedom outside and coming of spring to the inside with things packed away. It gets tighter and tighter as we hear and count numbers.
ReplyDeleteIt is a surreal time. I find myself avoiding the news as much as I can. It is just absolutely too frightening.
Stay safe, my friend.
i am happy the spring view is still visible on your side of the world. please keep healthy and safe.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the variety of birdsongs I hear each morning, and the ones I listen to on afternoon walks. You capture the yearning for a return to normalcy beautifully.
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