As the virus careens, spinning down our long road. The dust has yet to settle from the wheels Slow motion, particles falling, We sift sillily through, glittered remembering. Was that last week? As I am here, reaching you are there, still only through airwaves. © Alicia Grimshaw 2020
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love the photo Ali and the words. louise
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Thanks Louise. Great to hear from you. I took that photo in Amsterdam last October. It seems like a million years ago now.
Hope you are taking care.
Ali
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These times are very challenging, mostly because no one really knows what the future will bring. But I have to have faith that we will find our way through this, globally, and that when we do, things will be a bit different but not necessarily worse. Meanwhile, we do what we can to hang on and to support each other. Your blog is one of the ways I cope, and I thank you for that!
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Oh Ann, you made my day. I will keep writing and sharing words of hope. The future hasn’t happened yet and there are so many possibilities of positive outcomes from this challenging time. I am focusing on acts of love and one day at a time. Thanks for letting me know that my poems are reaching out to you. Take good care of yourself.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you.
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We are losing track of time in our isolation, and separation is real but I also feel that we connect in new ways.
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Agreed. Maybe we are seeking more intentional connections? There are gifts to be found in these challenges.
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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Yes, people are getting tired of the virtual time with friends and loved ones.
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I apologise for reading and commenting the day after the prompt, but I had no WiFi on my laptop last night and commenting on my Kindle didn’t work very well and I had to give up!
Your Quarantine Quadrille resonated with me, especially the lines:
‘As I am here,
reaching
you are there,
still
only through airwaves.’
There is a sense of disconnect, even when we clap together or wave at one another from windows. The future is so uncertain, all we have left are memories of ‘before the virus’. Better hang on to that glitter in the dust.
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Kim
No need to apologize. I always appreciate hearing what resonates for others as they read one of my poems. Thank you for your thoughtful attention.
The glitter is there amongst the dust. We just need to keep looking for it.
Writing is one way we can process all that we are going through. Take care.
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One day floats into the next and the next! Who remembers hugs… it has been so long~
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Yes, hugs. We are all missing them. We have to hug each other with our words.
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It’s a kaleidoscopic whirlwind of dust that needs a mask to filter most of it out. It does feel like it has a long way to go before it settles. Good poem, Ali.
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Thanks for your reflection. The rest of the pub goers hit the silly mark much better than I. The dust is settling and I think I see some glitter in it.
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You’re welcome.
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glittered remembering.
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I thought you might pick those words. Maybe I know you pretty well.
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“Was that last week?” Time is soooo bent right now so hard to keep track of or to navigate. Your poem reflects that sense.
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I appreciate your reflection. Time does feel warped right now.
Maybe that makes it the perfect time to write.
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Without getting out to a normal routine can disturb our sense of time.
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Thanks for reading Frank. Yes, the days of the week are blurred.
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The dust has yet to settle…yes that’s exactly right. (K)
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Thank you for reading.
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Physically distant, socially closer for many
Happy Monday Alicia
Much💛🌺💛love
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Gillena,
Thanks for reading. Yes, for some this has been an opportunity to write or say what may never have gotten around to being communicated.
Sending love back your way.
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Beautiful poem of the times, Ali. We are so fortunate to have the technology to keep us connected!
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Nice Ali. You’re certainly keeping up your creativity and spirits during the quarantine!
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Writing is helping me process all of this. Life is a fascinating journey with lots of ups and downs. I try to keep my eyes on the good.
I hope those shoppers are still appreciating you. Thanks for reading.
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Thanks Ali. I’m glad you’re keeping your spirits up and focus on the good. Yes, some people thank us.
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Oh, we are fortunate to have our airwaves….🖐🖐
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I can’t imagine going through pandemics in the past where people didn’t have the ability to communicate by text, zoom, email, phone calls etc. At least I can find out if my loved ones are ok.
Keep on writing, Ivor. I like reading your poems.
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Ahhh yes I’m writing…. a little bit of a rant this morning
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2020/05/05/we-are-torn/
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