Commotion through my heart.
I moved into her room.
Taking a straight line
though sideways seemed best.
(Sometimes you have to make do.)
She was ready.
And, afterwards, said:
“Kiss your chains!
Before you go back home.
Kiss them, honey!
Stand up, now.”
to make do.
(The above piece dates from when I was 20 years old.)
I’m too ill for writing poetry, lately.
My brain affected by a virus.
Into the fourth weekend, and it’s still continuing.
Luckily the fever and headache abated.
Though depression increased.
I resisted a break from blogging, which might have been sensible.
These Sunday posts form a chance to connect with readers, that I don’t want to lose.
With a small following, I fear being forgotten altogether, during any absence.
My anxiety about running out of food eased.
Finding empty shelves now partially refilled, in local shops.
(I could not buy preferred choices, but there were, at least, alternatives.)
The best thing about the last fortnight was spending more time on WordPress.
I discovered many interesting blogs.
Plus enjoyed interacting with various writers, poets, photographers, and artists.
Hope everybody is well?
Have you been online for longer than usual?
Comments are always VERY welcome!
(Art on the blog is mine.)
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