#lockdown2
The twang of anxiety
and rattle of adrenaline
is hard to dispel
sat facing a laptop
at a kitchen table,
making all video calls
seem like I’m an addict
jonesing for my next fix.
I got the Teams twitch.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
What is there to do?
Late nights and late mornings, coco pops for lunch.
Mourning Wetherspoons with friends, drinks and
3am cheesy chips, laughter like clowns on steroids.
Today I cried over my laptop dying
and I can’t use Facebook on a wide screen.
I’m pining more for real faces though
and having jokes heard and my expressions seen.
The evenings mission is dinner, lining up
the vegetables like soldiers and making
food does seems that serious now.
Outside the streetlights somehow look dimmer.
But when spring hits the watts of sun will
glow like shining daffodils and we shall
bloom too and grow using fertiliser that
forms out of the depth of solitude.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Hedge sparrows drink the sun
as it wanes
and the draining year passes
they still glean a family happiness
in spite of the closing dark,
a spite richly deserved
listen to their lead and chatter,
ruffle and preen together, apart
as hearts and feathers wait
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 7:28 AM UTC