Sunday 14 June 2020

Lockdown lesson I


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I follow the stories. Most stories don’t
have pleasant endings, or even beginnings,
written in happy-go-lucky, squiggly fonts.
Year round extra judicial killings.
Some will make it to the headlines, most won’t.
This peaking death in the middle of spring.
Losses that happen and are telephoned.
The rollbacks, the undemocratic stirrings.  


On the plus side, there’s always one, I’m told -
managed to learn a whole new heap of things:
crash course on firming up the pain threshold;
these so called linings of silver and gold
are exactly that – heightened imaginings.
Positive, and its dire, negative meanings.







10 comments:

  1. I am often overwhelmed by the current reality (near and far). Some days those silver linings are the very tiniest slivers.

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    1. Right now they seem to have vanished entirely from my view of the sky.

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  2. Hari OM
    Such times sweep on around us, dizzying, dream(nightmare)-like... YAM xx

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  3. silver linings are looking a tad tarnished these days.
    Good poem

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    1. Thank you. Hard to locate the linings right now.

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  4. very nice article, thanks for sharing amazing post.

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  5. Like falling down a well lined with sharp stones.

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  6. Hi Nila - it just goes on and on ... terrifying for some, irrelevant apparently for others ... I just sit tight and thank the gods for where I am in life. With thoughts - Hilary

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