We’re all starting to go a bit crazy here. Looking forward to the move to Level 3, but recognising that it won’t make much difference to our daily life. I hope that, wherever you are you are staying safe and keeping busy!
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Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 25 April 2020
Anzac Day has me thinking about the sacrifices our governments ask its citizens to make, and how the benefits don’t always justify the sacrifices. In the fight against Covid-19, our sacrifices seem small, and the benefits great compared with the sacrifices made by the soldiers in WWI for dubious benefits.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 24 April 2020
Yesterday was overcast, but the sun peeked out just before it set.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 23 April 2020
This is poem number 29–only 4 more until the end of lockdown. Except that the end of lockdown isn’t really going to change anything for most people–we’ll still be stuck at home. The dilemma I’m facing is, do I continue with the poetry?
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 22 April 2020
We’ve added a daily ‘commute’ to our routine–a nice walk to warm up before sitting down to our computers for the day. The mountains have a dusting of snow now, and it’s nice to start the day with a view of them.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 21 April 2020
So, we are to spend another week in lockdown. It is the right decision, but it is disappointing to think it’ll be another week before the builders can start up again.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 20 April 2020
Today our government makes a difficult decision–whether to lift some of our restrictions, or keep us in lockdown for another few weeks. It is not a task I’d wish on anyone, because each option comes with significant costs. What I trust, though, is that they will keep in the back of their minds the Māori saying: He aha te mea nui o te ao? He tāngata, he tāngata, he tāngata. What is the most important thing in the world? The people, the people, the people.
For readers unfamiliar with Te Reo Māori, he tāngata means the people, and tamariki are children.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 19 April 2020
A glorious sunny day today–a great day for working around the yard and going for a walk.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 18 April 2020
I put today’s poem up in pouring rain, and the fence was a little too visible against the wet building wrap, so here’s today’s poem typed out, in case you can’t read it on the photo:
I have thrown my watch away.
The magpie tells me when morning’s arrived.
My stomach announces lunch.
It’s time for tea when the water is hot.
And anytime’s good for brunch.
Dinner we make as the sun’s light fades.
And wine is for after dark.
Bedtime is sometime when boredom takes hold
And exhaustion puts out our spark.
Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 17 April 2020
I look forward to an exciting day today–a trip to the grocery store five minutes away! Let’s hope I remember how to drive … 😉
Robinne Weiss 