ANGER

How does one wwrite a poem about anger?  I am so angry.  I do not normally suffer from anger, because it is such a destructive emotion that I made a decision years ago to cut it out of my life.  But it is the most painful emotion I have ever felt.  I am ANGRY right now.  With life.  With our government.  With so many people.  Reasons.

I don’t know what you do with anger, because if you push it inwards it becomes depression.  Then that leads you on a downward spiral.  I hate anger.

I am on a short fuse.  It is life.  This bloidy virus that has torn our world apart.  The enforced isolatin.  No voices at the other end of the phone.  Just NO ONE.  Dealing with blindness and disability.  With no help.  And whenever yountry to reach out and contact someone they don’t want to know.  People who profess so mych, but who  give so little.

Yes, I am angry.  An anger that comes from isolation and deep despiar and a need for human touch.

I HAVE NO TIME

I have no time
For wasters
Who dredge me dry
Draining my well
Leaving me parched
I have no time
For sycophants
Who live on borrowed time
Basking in someone else’s light
Thieves and hypocrites
Stealing the limelight
For a moment’s glory
I have no time
For mine is gone
And I have none to give to you

GLASS SCREEN

Glass screen
Cloudy no light
Reaching out I touch glass
Separating me from the world
No sight
Hearing
Muffled unclear I touch nothing
Isolated I sit
Craving a touch
I’m gone

 

SILENCED AND WAITING

Stupor
Dresses my soul
I lie here motionless
The violence of a life round
My neck
I hang
Unable to open my mouth
Paralysed for ever
Silenced and still
Waiting

POWER

Power
In hands dirtied
By ambition and pride
Seeking only to satisfy
Needy
Hearts
Oppressing those who are weaker
Cowards wearing a smile
Plastic shiny
Deceit

SHOCK INFO FROM SISTER

This afternoon we received a frantic phone call from my sister.  She works as a cleaner.  She has a morning and an evening job.  The morning one is at a local college.  She cleans in the NHS Building at the college.  They test for coronavirus there.  It is specially for NHS staff though.  To get tested.  But it is always busy.

As a cleaner, my sister has not been provided with either masks or gloves or any protection whatsoever.  She has not been told to wear any – until NOW.

Today she received a phone call saying that she MUST wear a mask tomorrow and always now, and also gloves, because the DOCTORS AND NURSES HAVE BEEN PUTTING CLINICAL WASTE FROM TESTING INTO THE ORDINARY RUBBISH BINS that the cleaners empty.  They are meant to put it into the c,inical waste bins.

Today my sister had a terrible cough.  She made little of it, saying it was just a “tickle cough.”  But it sounded worse than that.  Her co worker has one too.

Obviously my husband and I are extremely concerned by this.  It seems that even the NHS staff cannot be trusted to do the right thing.  I am shocked.

 

IN NATURE IS STILL HOPE

What a contrast last night between the shopping mall and the pregnant sheep in the field in the setting sun. Each spoke differently.

The shopping mall, though kind of operative again, has a dead feel to it. Nothing like it used to be. And yesterday afternoon the fountain was turned off again. There were hardly any cars there, which is far from normal. It feels weird because Gregg’s is open, and the Cup Cake shop, and the music was playing. Normally people would get their sandwich or whatever, and a coffee or cold drink, and sit on the grass around the fountain. People would be carrying plants, and flowers from the flower shop near the fountain. Or they would be sitting at the tables outside, just relaxing. Kids would be playing with balls, or whatever, and running in and out of the fountain, getting their clothes drenched! Mums and Dads did it quite often too!

But yesterday there was no life. Yes, people were doing a bit of shopping, but actually, most of them were hurrying. No stopping in the warm sunshine and relaxing, talking to one another. I felt as though someone was trying to create an illusion of happiness and normality. The spaced out queues said it all.

In the evening however, we felt that we had touched LIFE again. We had not realised before that the sheep were pregnant, although we go past them most days. But just to see the movement of a lamb in the belly of the sheep almost sent us into ecstasy. Here was REAL LIFE, not the death of life as we know it.

In nature there is still hope.

 

UNEXPECTED LIGHT

Light comes
Unexpected
In different places
Not when you are looking for it
Oddly
Fleeting
But dazzling in its brilliance
In the hidden places
Where no one goes
Today

NEW LIFE COMING – Sunset at Wildsworth

Last night we drove through Wildsworth again.  Some of you may remember our strange but wonderful experience with the sun last year.  Last night, the sun was just about to set, and it illuminated the sheep in the field.  We were by the river, and the field is just by the river too.  These are some of the photos we took.  But as we were looking, or at least, hubby was looking, he suddenly saw the belly of one of the sheep moving up and down, and he realised that it was a lamb inside the sheep, kicking.  How amazing.  He had thought on previous days as we passed by the field that the sheep looked as if they had rather large bellies and wondered if they were about to lamb.  It is very late in the year here for sheep to be lambing, but this farmer keeps rare breeds.  We are looking forwards to there being little lambs in the field very soon. We might even see one being born, like we did last year!

 

CONFUSION

Tired minds strive to cope
Confusion fills the days clouds
Our understanding