Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Never had it been so frustrating.

                                                                                              Author Judgefloro
Image: The new normal taken to great 
length in certain communities (here)

Moan like an autumn wind high 
in the lonesome treetops  -  from Carl Sandburg’s Jazz Fantasia.

Never had it been so frustrating.  Adjustments, adjournments, preempting, cancelled plans.
Look up to the sky for answers. Never any good 

Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops. It gives way to unnatural glottal stops midstream in conversations, breathless like a grand-dad in the throes of early dementia. No one seems to be thinking right or talking sense unlike before.

It is not a temporary discomfort but due to sustaining for a few years so say the experts
The youngsters gladly succumbed glued to their handsets. No, bother and not bothering
others. Old folks welcomed the quiet but it runs against their long-standing habits now
gone haywire.

Everything to do, time on their hands but nothing got done. Confusion reign in confused
minds.Solace in the divine quiet for most and some turning religious against their will

What is a new normal?
(144 words)

Lillian at d'Verse's  -  Prosery Monday

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem capturing the aftermath of the covid-days. Confusion reign in confused minds, amazing line, exactly 144 words too. Bravo!

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  2. In the resonance of confusion, luv that you posed the question "What is a new normal?"

    Be Safe

    Much✏love

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  3. "unnatural glottal stops midstream in conversations, breathless like a grand-dad in the throes of early dementia" wonderful lines. Will there ever be a normal normal again?

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  4. Loved this response to the prompt. You've expressed the quandry that so many are in during this Age of Covid. At first....ah.....to have all this quiet time to ourselves....no places to run to. Almost like an imposed meditation period. Except if we turned on the tv or opened social media or read the newspaper we were assailed with doom and gloom that turned into real live numbers and, sadly, dead numbers. At 73....I wonder....when our grandchildren are our age....how will they reminisce about these times. What will they say? I remember when . . .

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  5. This reminded me much of my own piece Covid 19 Soliloquy in which I mused how these times would be chronicled for future readers. It's up to us to portray it, I guess!

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  6. Everything is topsy turvy and I hope we don't grow easy with chaos. It's no way to live :( Those footprints in the picture look pretty permanent.

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  7. You put through your verse exactly what life is about these days. It sure is a strange world but have to live day to day.
    Keep well Hank.

    Yvonne.

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