Solitary Confinement
My world is a clam with me gathered up in it.
With no one else to arrange it or spin it.
I do not deviate, wander or travel.
No complications for me to unravel.
Life proffers no parties and no invitations.
No drop-in guests and no visitations.
Gatherings are not my present domain,
so if I were invited, I’d surely abstain.
I’m sealed in my world— happily, sublimely,
for group celebrations are simply not timely.
Lately for me, the crowds are not madding.
It’s taken a virus for me to stop gadding.
Prompt words today are clam, deviate, timely, proffer and gather.
Ditto, but maybe not always by choice. Seems that I see more doctors than friends any more.
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I must say that your post, and poetry do allow you to reach out and touch someone as you have done here…..Just as mine allow me to reach out and poke someone~!
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Very apt for our present time.
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This natural-born hermit enjoyed this poem very much. But even he dearly misses his coffee-shop mornings…
Well done, J.
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They need to establish a Zoom coffee rendezvous!!
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I treasure the few IRL friends I have — am seeing them occasionally, properly masked and distanced. The blogging friends definitely keep me going in between!
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What are IRL friends???
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Sorry — “in real life”
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I’m so awful with initialspeak. Out of it!
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I miss most of them — just a few that I understand. You’re not out of it at all!
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A universe unto herself And, an amazing one, at that!
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