Lockdown 3: Day 52

‘Hope’ (after Michelangelo) … WHB Pencil 1958

Sun comes with morning’s news
Bright sky floods the straightening horizon
And gloom disperses with the waking day
My tunnel view widens its purview
Funnels its Richard Of York colours
Revealing improving prospects
Pleasure-principled and hope-led
If-Only hopes
Offering release
Instead of regret
Along with a reinstituted Plan
Of Action
End of inertia
Perhaps and possibly
Depending on This and That
On Doubt and Uncertainty
On Doubt or Certainty
These Will-We, Won’t-We times
Tremble on the brink
Promising nothing
Yet
Delivering Hope
To our nebulous days

Stop the world I want to get off

green and multicolored globe

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Stop the world I want to get off

 

Stop the world I want to get off;
Incarceration does not suit me;
My home a prison;
My life is given.
Inertia rules, no remedy.

Four walls do now a prison make
And cabin fever is setting in.
On my study walls
Depression falls
Since holding you became a sin.

It has to be this isolation.
How can I live missing so much?
So please I ask
God speed this task,
I’ll give forever for just a touch.

 

Chambord-Loire-France