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| Still life with cat and poetry notes and this blog post |
Day 13 of this not exactly self-imposed staying in. Until today I was quite fine with it all. Today I just feel ... ... sad, I guess. I know all the ways in which I'm ever so fortunate, but I'm weary of the not-knowing and there is a lot of not-knowing going on everywhere you look.
Do we wear masks or don't we?
So I'm not feeling terribly poet-ish today. I did manage to dig out a few poems that I will record myself reading which is how we've decided to do our cancelled live event. And I got as far as thinking about where I might set up to read them but it's after five now and I'm just sitting watching as a little snow comes down on April friggin' 3rd! While I was delving I found correspondence that reminded me that exactly one year ago today I received a beautifully worded rejection for my full-length manuscript and it's been in a metaphorical drawer ever since because of how things went last year with various loved ones' health issues.
And I thought last year was bad!
Today's prompt involved developing a word list and then writing a poem using some of them.
Here's what I got:
Secrets
There must be a way to parse
trivia overwhelmed by joy
that leaves as fast as it appears,
a jewel in the clasp of regret.
Yep, that's it. Poetry in the time of plague. Not feeling it.
Hopefully my mood will have lifted by tomorrow.
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1 comment:
I remember so many were so glad to see the back of 2019. I thought at the time, be careful we never know what is coming next.
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