Right Around the Corner

AuburnScribbler

I can smell it, I can taste it, I also have visions of it,

 

A place where I used to touch, where I saw real smiles,

Without the boundary of a two trolley’s length, a windowpane,

Or a computer screen, that sometimes glitched your beauty,

 

A place where I toasted all things worthy and silly,

With like-minded people who never ceased with their jollity,

Even when times became blackened by life’s cruel design,

 

A place where I ate like a King, though sadly I was alone,

Due to Eros’ arrow not aimed at me, or at someone

Who deemed me lovable, but still I gorged patiently,

 

A place where I rattled those skins and tickled those ivories,

To everyone’s delight, and also, shared pages of my insight,

Be them rude words, or profound, they were well received,

 

A place where I mostly drank alone, to both relax, and to

Refill some much-needed pathos, to balance my expectations,

To not have them too high, though sometimes they reached for the sky,

 

A place where I rambled without restriction, either it by the roadside,

Or around eighteen, where I tried to score low, but many mulligans

I had to take, but at least I was one with nature, far from the noise,

 

Though a beautiful scene I have painted, I want it to remain,

No, I need it to remain, or perhaps it could improve?...

 

Anyway, Mr Johnson and friends, I hear you may be loosening,

The leash that has been around us, but I need to be sure,

Will my scene be intact? Are you sure, that your scene will be intact?

My inner child so wants to run right around the corner,

But the above question still stands, will all of our scenes be intact? 

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2020 09:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hi everyone, I hope that you are all remaining to keep safe in the ongoing madness that is Lockdown. Seeing as we may be going through a "transitional" period of easing restrictions of Lockdown, a fair few of us would jump the gun and would think that everything is back to normal. But how sure can you be, with the Covid19 gremlin still polluting the air? Though some travel and social distancing restrictions have been eased in the UK, I have got to be absolutely sure that I can go back to normal. I am not one of those who thought it "sensible" to go to the beach yesterday, I remained home as a good man should in these times. I know it's hard and very tempting, especially with governments all over the world saying that "it's ok to do this", but in these times you have to trust your own judgement and make your own opinion. I know that I can, but I have to be sure that I can. This reflective poem is an outline of this exact thought, I hope you enjoy, and please stay safe.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write Ben, I do hope your scene will be intact, my scene seems to have improved, Nature's beauty seems to have been enhanced by the cleaner air, I do hope that continues when 'normality' returns.

    Andy

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thank you, Andy.

      Glad to hear that your scene has improved, and like you, I do hope that nature continues to massage scenes all over the world and that it continues to do so; when things go back to "normal".

      Stay safe,

      Ben.



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