Written for: Poets and Storytellers United – Weekly Scribblings #15:
COVID-19 Quarantine Histories. (posted by Magaly)
“Write a poem which describes an instant, day, week, or month during
the current pandemic.”
Essential vs. Non-Essential:
Having a burning for bagels, I walked
to the bagel store in full gear. They
were closed. So were all the other
bagel shops. However, every Dunkin’
Donut shop was open. So I have to
wonder what makes a donut more
essential than a bagel.
I wonder if plumbers are essential. The “ball” in my toilet tank is being propped up by a bottle of something, after the great deluge…..
Is time really moving on? Unsure if my dead watch battery can be replaced before all this ends….
Oh, dear. I forgot and gave F. a hug when she cried today because a friend with alzheimers died in a nursing home. The nursing home called his wife and just said, “He’s dead.” He entered the nursing home in October. Wonder what he died of.
What does streaming mean? I forgot to ask my son when I called tonight.
Whose side is evolution on, anyway? Altering to let viruses live longer or humans?
Goodness, another dream about speaking before a gathering at the Unitarian church. And other people dropping by my house on Wednesday nights without being invited, or reminded that it’s group night. Am I so hungry for attention?
Mollie’s improvement appears to be due to getting the daily attention from a nurse via the mandated taking of temperature at the developmental center she’s in.
It was great fun doing Skype with Sallie. I guess that’s what Zoom is, but I’m puzzled because the tube’s ad first calls it “noom,” or some such.
I realized today what convinces me to get out of bed in the mornings: food.
I’ve run out of good mysteries. I know there’s some books on line, but since I don’t have a real smartphone, I can’t read them lying in bed, and I do love lying in bed with the electric blanket.
Maybe if I can just accomplish ONE THING a day with my task of getting organized, then if “this” is all over before I am, I will have made some progress. If not, my poor surviving kids…
So glad last night that I can still climb out of the tub after a down-in-the-water bath. It will be a week before F. comes again to help.
Received an e-mail from A, who went to India over the holidays. He hasn’t been allowed to leave India for the time being.
I think I’ll make this a recurring blog, because exciting things occupy my mind, if not my life. [How can that be?]
THE BIG SPOON
Here it comes again…round
And round, one tornado, two..
Added to the stew,
Pretending a good chef is stirring,
Fearing it’s not.
Dream bodies…
ooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Nan will post any of her followers’
endings.
there are too many un
-knowns now,
and so we have stopped
asking questions.
instead,
we build a fire
and watch the dragon
spirits rise.
…
in april, we poem. and here there be dragons.
I can remember when folks sought transparency in relations at all levels. Seems now they’re hep on not putting anything in writing. History is being deleted or vetted to prevent transparency. Snake oil, anyone?
I love it…
hold the flashlight up
under my chin
like a suicidal jedi knight
breathe out
empty those lungs yogi-style
in the light a vapor forms
the amorphous shape
undulates away
disappears as water droplets
spread and the temperature
between them and the adjacent air
becomes insignificant
exhale again
step into
the little cloud of myself
feel nothing
neither the sudden cooling
of nighttime sea spray
nor the volcanic steam
of the just finished running dishwasher
just nothing
and is this
–i wonder aloud to the dog–
what ghosts don’t feel
when they pass through
one another?
On cable there’s a view of the pandemic lowering barriers between people, of experiencing us all as co-inhabitants of Earth, as individuals making sacrifices to help others. Then there’s the announcement that the U.S. will try and interfere with Iran’s efforts to get help with their pandemic. I guess it’s our puzzling mix of values, and questionable ability to compartmentalize.
Now, hunkered down in my bell jar, images, metaphors and clumps of emotions are set loose. I remember for some reason The Emperor’s New Clothes and the Boy Who Cried Wolf, and vulnerability posed by my own emotions. I distrust my emotions at this time.
They carry too much weight on my judgment. I can’t stand to watch the frequently repeated footage about the abused pets, and I notice with dismay the repeated footage that says everyone has the right to caring and respect just because they’re…human? And then footage about China’s “wet markets” with live meat animals.
Our appreciation for postal workers, firemen, health care providers and those willing to help during this pandemic is widespread, yet from a different perspective we dehumanize those in Iran suffering also in the pandemic. And the American woman who attacked an Asian woman with an umbrella…
Perspective depends upon where one is standing. Warning: Do not read both pro Left and pro Right blogs at the same time! It’s too hard on the emotions, and too crazifying.
Why don’t folks fact-check BEFORE they make statements, not after?
“Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!” (Barney to Andy)
President Donald Trump has sidelined the acting Inspector General for the Defense Department, Glenn Fine, and removed him as chair of the newly created Pandemic Response Accountability Committee, which is tasked with overseeing $2 trillion in emergency coronavirus funding.
Late last month, a group of independent federal watchdogs tapped Fine, a career official, to lead the group tasked with preventing “waste, fraud, and abuse” in the use of coronavirus relief money but he can no longer serve as chair of the committee after being removed as acting inspector general for the defense department.
–CNN news alert
(I hate complainers, don’t you?)
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