May 2020, so far
May 21, 2020 § Leave a comment
1st May
May Day sabotaged
by rain. But it’s nice to see
two rival blackbirds
in the wet garden,
sharing shelter under the
same rhododendron.
Nature’s common sense
protects them from themselves. Yet,
will this peace be kept,
under the sunrays?
6th May
I‘ve just discovered
an 18th century ace:
late evening port wine.
Sweet and strong pleasure,
comfort for the swollen legs
of great-grandmothers,
bold midwives and lords,
but slave traders sometimes too.
History is full
with two-side stories.
11th May
While a wild wind blows
and changes the weather like
a light switch: on, off,
on, off, we listen
to mixed tapes dedicated
to teenagers’ dreams.
We remember those
days in our rooms, in ourselves
well now, as we try
to figure out this.
13th May
Everything is blue
especially the while walls
of the house next door
as they touch the sky
dressed in its slippy colours.
The birds are looking
for islands of green
to spend the night. Windstill
quietness. Softly
I let down the blinds.
17th May
Let us not go back
to normal that never was,
times without thinking.
We moved and went on,
kept forgetting about death,
of others, of ours.
Yes, we miss freedom,
but freedom has expanded
in our minds, it might
has become vision.
18th May
These notes often start
with the singing birds at dusk.
Dutiful blackbirds
remind me that there‘s
this short time to talk before
silence reigns at night.
I wish I could put
every word in a blackbird’s
song. They’d tell me then
what to say in time.
17th May
What’s behind our masks?
Nostalgia and longing
for the life we had?
Anticipation
for the future, not the past?
Is the best or worst
of us now hidden?
What are these eyes looking at?
Outwards or inwards?
Our mouths are still shut.
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