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Lockdown Frenzy

19/07/202203/07/2022 C and K WordsLeave a comment

In a frenzy, they run and jump wildly;
The mania of the many has set in.

Toilet paper tantrums line aisle seven;
Milk splashing dominates the fridges.

Nothing remains for the few sane ones;
Starving from the mob’s unkindness.

Posted in lockdown, PoetryTagged frenzy, lockdown, poem, poet, poetry

A Poem from Lockdown

11/07/202203/07/2022 C and K WordsLeave a comment

Too much seclusion from the terror of humanity;
Toilet paper sequestration neither deters nor hinders idiots.
As humanity leaves nature to fall, you withdraw into a cocoon of sadness. Not even the moon can console your fears and longing for love’s touch.

Posted in lockdown, Poetry, Very Short StoryTagged lockdown, poem, poetry, seclusion, vss

Midnight Highways

24/09/202022/09/2020 C and K Words1 Comment

Quiet dimly lit highways;
country roads overlook cows, sheep, powerlines.

Over the hills, an ocean of blue;
cold seawater foaming, spraying the shore.

Quitting the house, taking a midnight journey
through our memories;
we drive along those roads free as two birds.

No thoughts of lockdown, or a killer virus;
just wishfully thinking that we could live forever.

Posted in Poetry, TravelTagged blog, highways, lockdown, poem, poet, poetry

Lockdown Life

03/07/202003/07/2020 C and K WordsLeave a comment

“It’s a lovely day.”

“So sunny and cool.”

[8 hours pass on the sofa]

“I love how we have all these amazing escapades from the couch, yet we never go outside.”

“It’s not so good for the waistline, though.”

“Yeah. Do you care?”

“Not really.”

“Feed me cheese, and-.”

Posted in Very Short Story, writingTagged blog, conversation, creative writing, lockdown, writing

Isolation

11/04/202015/05/2022 C and K WordsLeave a comment

The sky is blue.

Fat cupids dance in the clouds.

I might have a breakfast beer and watch tv.

Another parcel arrives: still no toilet paper.

More tea, kettle? The kettle hates me, and the biscuit tin is empty.

I’m so alone in Isolation.

Ghosts, sing Nick Cave songs with me.

Posted in lockdown, Poetry, short storyTagged kettle, lockdown, nick cave, poetry, toilet paper
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