Lockdown Grey
Yesterday I planned
To climb a tree
In my head that is ..
Then just maybe
A mountain too
And afterwards
Before bed though
A slow walk perhaps
Around our favourite
Harbour and the bay
Yes today I could
Almost taste
Salt on your hair
In my head, that is ..
And long I willed
The wind to free
And fan those
Fiery wisps of yours
Into a wilden frenzy
Yes, I almost felt
Your hand in mine
Curled fingers tight
But then ..
The call came
And everything
In my head, that is
Turned from gold
To lockdown grey ..
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Neville (
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indeed, this are truly challenging times my friend, hopefully we get a little freedom going into Spring/Summer and we can quickly start to breathe/heal, because there's a pandemic that covid is creating for which no quick-fix antivirus will ever exist..
that feeling we keep buried and distracted with our busy lives, the one that resonates deep in our minds, that incessant tap - tap of ill-fit discomfort
that we can't pinpoint, we just know in the quite: it revisits and its effect, debilitation at its very worst...
your poem is a good reminder that our efforts at maintaining our mental health, is just as it important as those hands we wash!
a timely and important write, truly
https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/guides-to-support-and-services/crisis-services/helplines-listening-services/
tough times indeed ... but then they could be a whole lot worse ... I always appreciate you visiting L.B ... and want to say a massive thank you for drawing attention to the link you kindly added for all those who might need or benefit from a little additional support or intervention ....
A fine write N.
........................ that's just fine then .. cheers n all that jazz Orchidee .. I shall go & let em all know
🙂
The word "almost" adds a pathos that touches the heart in this poemed bit of nostalgia dear Nev - - - to nearly feel what we long for is such a challenge to reality - - ending so topically too this is a real sigh of a read my friend.
Bless you Fay ... this is one of those that I may never quite feel happy with .. at least until things change for the better ........... Neville ... x
Sorrowful write, Neville. Good one.
...................................... Thank you Jerry .. much appreciated sir .... Neville
Ah, the mind of the true poet walks where inspiration has filled his soul and is once again refreshed. Tactile, audible and rich of odour, a light breeze of yesterday upon ones face tickles forth a smile in one's soul.
... There's nowt quite like a good tickle is there ........... cheers DA appreciated no end my friend ..
It feels almost impertinent to comment on your situation over there, so really...
Your work gave me an appreciation of how rich and textured life can be, and a greater awareness of what I've had, and to some extent still have now.
Thanks Neville.
................................................ thanks for checking in and breaking up the grey ...
So very true Neville, our lives are very grey at the moment but hopefully the colours will be emerging very soon.
Andy
.......................................... Tis neva quite dull with the Goldfinch around tho' .... cheers Andy 🙂
Trying to read a few this evening and that was grand!
Thank you for sharing my friend and sadly glad of the gray hairy mist, for last two weeks I've been hit with lockdown puppies!
Keep sailing those waves! Sun is coming your way...
Under the circumstances, you are well and truly forgiven and blessed by the sound of it ... thanks Dan, so glad you could pop in .......... Neville
AAAAHHHH!!!! Words that weave a golden tapestry!
Now aint that just what I wanted to hear ............ thanking you kindly my friend ..... Neville
This is how I felt last year when they did the stay at home orders in america. Blah. So sorry you are feeling grey.......C
I guess we all feel a bit miserable from time to time ... I thank you tho for stopping to comment on this little scribble of mine .... Seriously appreciated Christina .. N
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