A short poem to my upstairs neighbours, who are especially loud during social isolation.
Category: Poetry
A Pandemic Poem
The sun is so warm
And the tulips in bloom,
But I’m stuck indoors
For the end-of-world gloom.
That Colour You Wear Now
Today you’re wearing orange.
You don’t wear the colour often,
and I’m surprised that it looks good.
But, I didn’t buy you that outfit.
I buy
All Paths, to this
We never want to lose,
Yet we never go without it.
Losing ones we love, to death,
The inescapable sunset.
Toad and the Terrier
“Come with me!” said Toad to the dog, “It’s time we see the world!” “Bark!” Said the dog, “I’d love to, dear frog! “What’s there to see? Oh do, tell me please!” “The world,” said Toad, with a big friendly smile, “is a very grand place, so big and astounding!” “How big?” Asked the terrier, “more than a mile?”
Breach
A sympathy wished,
an empathy missed.
We once sensed apathy,
but that distance drifts.
The “Joy” of Christmas
The joy of Christmas Comes our way, With awkward talks And parents’ dismay, With grandparents asking “Why not visit more?” To which you reply, “this year for sure”. The same twenty questions About school, work and love, “What’s your plans for the future?” None of the above. But finally, turkey, And all the wholesome…
Biking in a “Winter” Netherlands
(To be sung in your head like the classic Christmas song, “Winter Wonderland”) Bike bells ring, are you listening? In the rain, cheese wheels are glistening, a mooi prachtig night, tall ones out tonight, walking in a kerstmis Netherlands. Blown away, by the strong winds, Here to stay, in these flat lands.
Cat on the Tree
Cat on the tree, what are you doing? That tree’s not for you, what’s that you’re chewing?! The lights are all hung, the house all aglow, but where is the cat? Oh no, ohhhh noooo. The ornaments swing, on the branches all nice, and icicle lights, shimmer like ice. But where is that cat, now where has he gone?
The Cat, the Teacup, and the Boy
A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.