Had my second Covid vaccination on Thursday. After 20 hours of fever, I’m finally feeling better, and am pleased to be fully vaccinated. Today’s very short poem reflects my complete inability to focus or do anything of substance yesterday.
We wait upon the daily briefing Listen for the count Hope the numbers decrease further So we can go out.
If we weren’t in lockdown, I would have done some poetry with my students this week. But they’ve been about as interested in schoolwork as I have during the past week. For today’s poem, I imagined the educational tasks their parents were setting them.
School today Will be held outdoors Beginning as soon as You finish your chores.
For maths you’ll measure How far you can throw A three kilo rock. It’s not easy, you know.
The bees will be Your new science teachers. They’ll teach about flowers And six-legged creatures.
PE will consist of Cartwheels and rolls, Wrestling the dog, And digging deep holes.
And writing? Let’s just forget about that. Instead you’ll go hunt For mice with the cat.
Today’s poem is a bop. The rules for a bop are intriguing:
Stanza 1: 6 lines long, introduces a problem. Stanza 2: 8 lines long, elaborates on the problem. Stanza 3: 6 lines long, solves (or describes a failed solution to) the problem. After each stanza is a 1-line refrain. There are no requirements of line length, rhyme or rhythm. Just enough structure to inspire.
I zone out as the meeting drags on. Someone’s turned their video off, someone’s left their audio on. The awkward online dance.
The sun shines brighter outside.
Would anyone notice if I stepped out to water the plants, feed the cat weed the garden? Would anyone care? Would they envy my boldness?
The sun shines brighter outside.
Video off, audio on mute I tiptoe out, giggling as I go. The air is warm. Flowers nod their greeting as I reach for the garden gloves.
Another glorious spring-like day today. I suspect it will require me to spend the afternoon in the garden again. If I’m not careful I’ll get ahead of schedule for my springtime prep. Or maybe I just won’t end up behind schedule like usual.
The garden is weeded and clean. We’ve read all the books we can borrow. We’ve polished the floors to a sheen. Now what will we do tomorrow?
This poem was inspired by how little writing I got done yesterday. The weather was so beautiful, the day required three walks and four hours working in the garden. The garden’s looking great, but I do need to try to focus more today.
Hot Desking at Home
Who gets the desk? The dining room table? I’ll take a window whenever I’m able.
Who’s got a meeting And needs a closed door? Maybe I can work here on the floor.
Who’s making coffee At quarter to nine? I’d like milk and sugar in mine.
Who’s going out For a short walk? I’ll come along, we’ll have a nice talk.
Who’s having lunch Just before noon? I’ll finish this meeting and be there soon.
Who took their laptop Out in the sun? A few more pages and then I’ll be done.
Who’s gotten nothing Accomplished all day? I thought we’d do better working this way.
It’s a gorgeous day here. I intend to take full advantage of lockdown and spend my afternoon in the garden.
I thought I’d play around with different poetry styles this week, since Friday is National Poetry Day. Today’s is a Dansa. The Dansa structure: the first stanza is 5 lines, with the last line a repeat of line 1, and the rhyme pattern AbbaA; subsequent stanzas are 4-lines long, with the first line repeated as the last line of each stanza, with the rhyme sequence bbaA.
Work together by staying apart. Free from our bubbles for nearly a year Spared the worry, sickness and fear That gripped the world right from the start Work together by staying apart.
Vaccinate is what we must do Because this thing is more than the flu. Protect the ones dear to your heart. Work together by staying apart.
Wear a mask whenever you’re out. Stay home if you can, and please don’t flout The rules, ‘cause they’ll work if we all do our part. Work together by staying apart.
Have fun with your bubble Though the kids give you trouble. Bake a cake, some bread, or a tart. Work together by staying apart.
Walk the dog, play a game Read a book, try to tame
A pet dragon, throw a ball or some darts. Work together by staying apart.
In spite of lockdown, spring continues to show itself. Daffodils are blooming, and tree buds are swelling. I spent yesterday morning planting vegetable seeds, kicking off my gardening season for the year. So life is not all bad, stuck here at home with plants to tend.
The northwest wind cries Spring! And the magpies, they all start to sing. It’s hard to be sad And think everything’s bad, When nature is having a fling.
With 11 new cases in one day, and the virus spreading outside of Auckland, we knew what yesterday’s announcement from the prime minister would be. My only surprise was how short the initial extension was. I don’t think any of us really expects to be out of lockdown in less than a week.
Stay safe everyone. Wear your mask and wash your hands!
Three days locked down aren’t enough. to crush that new virus is tough. Spend a few days more Behind your closed door ’Til the virus runs off in a huff.