Valediction

It was one day 

Long overdue
When clouds
Gave way to blue
A shining song
Of sunbeam light
Dried up tears
As storms took flight
No sudden switch
No jumps for joy
But holding back
no sudden rush
Calmness kept
The line in check
No sweeping clean
No brand-new brush
So many caught
By the raid assault
Vanquished all alone
We shan’t forget
The loss we felt
When so much love
Was overthrown

Wake a Weak Week

Monday is a must pass by

Tuesday’s gone to grass

Wednesday has no middle left

Thursday’s lost its class

Friday once a superstar 

On Saturday we’ll pass

Sunday one more struggling day

To signify a week’s impasse

Curator Of The Passages

In the Book-House of abundance

A knowledge seeker ‘hide’

Spotting pearls on shelving

A billion answers wide

Order warder overseer

Information data tracer

Stacks and packs by relevance

To please the hasty chaser

The keeper of the library

Fine selector and collector

Where to find by type and kind

A code mismatch protector

Altitudinal

A mouse sat on a skirting board

With enormous saucepan eyes

On that high was flying kites

Whilst looking up to re-apprise 

Kites where sailing round the room

In a multicoloured fly

As if a tune reminded it

That something long ago passed by

What held everything up there

No one dared repudiate

Nor question that the way it was

Had passed its sell-by date

Pressure Cooking

Frozen still throughout the nation

As now we find this silent norm

Fewer trains no aeroplanes

At least the weather’s getting warm

Explanations are in short supply

Along with health protection form

Valiant heroes do their level best

Irrespective they perform

Culture clubs have locked their doors

No longer fashion can conform

Not going out to strut our stuff

Something airborne whispers storm

A Covid English Rhyme

Once in a while they passing glance

A seldom smile or distant nod

Fleeting slight connections

On their walk or shopping plod

So many lives who rarely met

Now come across half-heartedly

Thrust upon the roadside way

Preferring cool reservedly

Life is what they’re  yearning

To be among yet distantly

Know your place no interface

Keep apart though pleasantly

Garden Leaves

Listening to the Sunday sound

Of lockdown blues

Overwhelmed with poetries

Hear the bird song news

Flowerpots with garden scents

Throw lifelines in the air

Rich and bright abundance

Granting favours free to share

Feel the fervour in this natural show

Breath returning scents desired

Where the rhythm of the light and shade

Found love in gentleness inspired

Just Another Any Day Monday

Staring out on Monday morning waiting

Compelled to watch the day just drift away

I feel the world we knew has gone astray

Wishing life again was reinstating

The welcome sight of queues has much appeal

Lines of people taking turns to enter

The In-Crowd inside the supercentre

Where isolated people make a deal

Shopping games play out in aisles of many

A random dance no rhythm just the blues

Avoiding any chance to not get any

Overtaking any wonderers who muse

Fully paid agree a well spent penny

Returning home on empty avenues

On It With A Sonnet (A Virusism)

A lonely Twitterer

We’re toeing lines at friendly distances

When working out we walk a country mile

Remembering our freedom instances

As if somehow were here right now we smile

People in disguise mask their face and eyes

Keep look-out as they criss-cross pathway wide

A breathing space detached we might surmise

As one and all prefers the other side

Walking takes the panic out of buying

As needs are settled down to not buy more

Only log jams filled with trolley vying 

Restrict processions solemnly in-store

When life again returns we may recall

To not ignore the writings on the wall 

What A Do But We Both Do

Dusted ceilings walls and doors

Swept then washed the floors

Polished taps and scrubbed the sinks

Even painted stuff outdoors

Me and her a rigorous pair

Doing our best with home job-share 

Two busy bees we’re gallantly

Valiantly four-square

Although we mustn’t stray too far

No need to take the car

Mixing shopping with our exercise

In this virus worst nightmare

Our Parliament pleads stay at home

Which we don’t second guess

We’re full on to saving lives

Protect the NHS

Media Tedium

Politicians all around the globe

Who stand as spokesmen in the know

Powers that be with glib retorts

In leading lights that brightly glow

Giving out what we already know

Holding back their waning strength

With repetitious three-word mantras

Sidestepping matters grave at length

It seems supposing ‘bull and bluster’

Will satisfy a nations ear

When all the lack of doings done

Have impaired the state of here

Ill prepared for deadly illnesses

Sickbay blind to basic health

Squeezing pennies from the citizens

To reinforce distorted wealth

In history plagues have ruled the day

By lack of spending on research

Unaware of what important is

Sitting haughty in their church

The news today is yesterdays

A re-run stale and lacking news

Thousands dying at relentless speed

Hours and hours of stale reviews

All Those Little Things

Another day of shrouded days

When thrive all but expired

Time out we took uneasily 

Those days-off least desired

Cancellation of togetherness

Locked down and boarded up

People dared the distant air

No café corner seat no cup

Can’t spend cash it just won’t wash

Waging war against the change

Dashing hopes and expectations

Too indiscreet to rearrange

For Now

Sun shines down indifferently

Wind blows where it will

Rain comes down accordingly

Snow falls quietly still

Days they come and go at pace

Speed at which a world is turning

Day and night put up no fight

The past and future not returning