just wanna stay in my bubble

it’s a good start to the morning
silky scented shower gel
bubbles that bathe my weary body
I face a new day of “new normal” hell

a squeeze of the Fairy bottle
prior to doin’ the breakfast dishes
sends tiny bubbles flyin’
like renewed childhood wishes

outdoors in the garden
red watering can tops up the pond
rainbow bubbles float on the surface
blue tits joyously respond

& at day’s end there’s Prosecco
dancin’ bubbles in crystal glass
alcoholic reassurance
that this too shall one day pass

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Just wanna stay in my bubble

stupidity runs rampant

I don’t know anyone
who’d choose
to have these rainy day lockdown blues
that’s what I got today
what can I do to make them go away?

when I woke up
this mornin’
the sun was beamin’ bright
‘n as I ate my breakfast
I thanked the Lord
for a safe night

I said thanks
for the clothes in my closet
thanks cause my arthritis didn’t hurt
thanks for clean water
to drink ‘n bathe in
thanks for the flowers sproutin’ in dirt

with food in my fridge
a home
to which I can return
I set out on my daily walk
hat on head
to avoid sunburn

there were masked
‘n unmasked people
busily they milled around
it was almost as if
had returned to my much-loved town

but then I saw somethin’
that caused me great
unmasked & selfish people
actin’ like
they didn’t care

2 folk about to enter Lidls
but neither person
wore a mask
‘n both loudly
when a staff member took ‘em to task

‘n I couldn’t help but think:
“how stupid are they?
are they not aware?
there’s a virus
with no vaccine
currently ragin’ out there?”

it made me sad
it made me angry
yet I kept quiet
I just wanted wine
fresh flowers
not a potential riot

thus I paid
for my small purchases
quickly departin’ the store
wantin’ only
the safety
of bein’ locked behind my red door

so now I’m feelin’
which I never meant to be
felled by rainy day
lockdown blues
home alone in my bonnie Dundee

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at the end of the 7th week

there’s no guarantee
the sun will shine for long
or that the disc jockey will play
that favourite song
some days it’s awful hard
trying to remain strong
when you gotta go out shopping
in the midst of the quarantine throng

no man is an island
that’s what the poet said
supposedly we need each other
the way we need our daily bread
wish I could see the future
or a shining light ahead
for now I’m happy all alone
other people fill me with dread

until this nightmare’s over
I’ll try to keep a smile on my face
grateful for the bed & walls
that provides me with safe space
I’ll find peace in my garden
roses, lilies, Queen Anne’s lace
& at bedtime each night I’ll pray
for those I love & the whole human race

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