Monday, 12 October 2020



A glib sky that changes from dark to red,

forests that burn, rivers that turn at the bend,

seasons come and lapse as if nothing’s happened

people post their stuff on social media threads


The cars roll past on the roads as usual,

maybe the peak hour traffic’s a little less,

the masked folks go about the day’s business

and the quid pro quo still remains mutual.


Am I supposed to take this in and to think?

to organise the leaves into days and weeks

I’ve lost the threads of myself, those neat techniques –

I’m less tidy at the edges, less in sync.


Since you’ve left, life’s unravelling from the fringe –

come undone knot by knot, loosened inch by inch.


  1. Hari OM
    It is interesting how often our routines are - however unconsciously - set by the pattern of our social circle. And how they can unravel as the threads start to break away... YAM xx

  2. Too true that as one quietly unravels, life just goes on. You want to scream, "Can't you tell the world is emptier?" But no one will look up from their screen. As always, you capture image and emotions. I'm touched. I can hear you.

  3. So many unraveled lives.
    So many threads floating in the breezes.
    Yet another emotion packed sonnet. Thank you.

  4. Each day, a struggle, for so many, a nightmare. Your words add to our blessings. Thank you!

  5. Thank you all for reading. Am on borrowed net connection and/or offline more than I like. Will catch up soon.

  6. Hi Nila - just glad you're writing for us - and for you as you learn to move on ... life's 'merry' path ... usually fine, but sometimes heart-draining ... take care - Hilary