2020 May day blues

dusk arising



 

 

Disappointment awakens
chill shudders demand heat as
dreary dawn haunts windows
and lockdown blues hang heavy in the air.
Today, just another yesterday
as was yesterday itself
blurred into non-descript coping
as boredom radio broadcasts
unrelenting bad news forecasts.

                          Consciousness
                          desires coffee.
                          Aching limbs
                          find the kitchen
                          and day has begun.
                          May-day, m'aider.
                          Gamble the risk
                          of a groceries run?
                          But to mask or
                          not to mask
                          dumbest of
                          questions.

World news radio
vends banks of
self preservation
where economics
become a murky pool
to cross when
tomorrow brings
yet another land
'fit for heroes' as we,
should we survive,
are encouraged
to believe we
have already become.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2020 01:06
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  • orchidee

    Oohh I dunno - I'm having fun. See me in me back garden, dancing round me May pole? And see my Morris dancer costume too? Is it fetching?!

    • dusk arising

      To answer your question let me ask..... why is Fido hiding from you? You're the flock's hero already anyway.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Boredom was never better described in this appeal for a bit more freedom my friend. A powerful read.

      • dusk arising

        Yep, you've got it. I penned this at 5am this morning thinking what day is it, what have i to do today, what shall i do..... stay at home and exist. "Exist and survive" may have been a more fitting title.
        I'm pleased to report the dawn blues have passed .... it's a beautiful day.

      • myself and me

        We might never imagine that we could experience another pandemic in our life, and here it is, right there. Can't do anything about it. What will we learn? I guess nothing. Soon those who survived, will forget about it as if nothing happened. A fine writing.



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