© C A Lovegrove
Summer memories
of simmering heat and sea?
Winter disbelief.
Nine word story and senryu rolled into one (image: Broad Haven South, Pembrokeshire); first posted 24th January 2015.
Disbelief
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Week upon week
© C A Lovegrove
Careful what you wish for.
A proper summer? Hot days
with wall-to-wall sunshine?
False memories of winter:
cloudy skies, gun-metal grey,
lashings of rain curtaining down.
Was it always like that?
Or were there blue skies in between?
And now we have week upon week
of parched lawns, diminished rivers, moorland fires and painful sunburn, sleepless nights and short tempers.
Bring back a touch of winter:
promise-crammed clouds of black and grey,
replenishing streams, greening grass,
dampening moorland, cooling skin
and brows. Blessed, blissful rain.
But – careful what you wish for.
First posted 30th June 2018.
Very clear
One has to have
a very clear idea of them
to stay clear of any surprises
later on
Ensure the organization
you have selected prints out
and about an expert backup
(also known as “proof”)
that will help you
look into the shades, fonts,
just about any spelling flaws
and also the total design!
Besides this, a person
don’t need to
commitment
sort of collateral
in lieu of the actual
availed amount of the loan
and so, you like money
with reduce
A repost. Grateful thanks to the spammer who unwittingly provided this nonsense poem, an example of found poetry (aka spam poetry or spoetry); I’ve merely formatted it.
Wrong keyboard
Looking for the key
to relieve utter boredom
keyboard caught my eye
Make a note to self:
touch-typing laptop keyboard
fails on piano
First published 6th January 2018, reposted (a day late) for Piano Day. This is “held on the 88th day of the year (29th March in normal years and 28th March in leap years) in celebration of and reference to the 88 keys on a standard piano.”
X placeholder
Disease X,
a hypothetical pathogen
capable of causing
a future epidemic.
That’s what they told us.
Disease X, the placeholder name
for the very serious threat
posed to human health
by unknown viruses.
That’s what they told us,
back in 2018.
Disease X, on a pathogen shortlist
prioritised for research
by the World Health Organization.
That’s what they told us,
back in 2018,
but we didn’t listen.
Disease X, the sure knowledge
of a serious international epidemic
from a pathogen currently unknown.
That’s what they told us,
back in 2018.
But we didn’t listen.
And then it was too late.
Today’s coronaverse is brought to you by the letter X.
Quarantine times
Forty days isolation,
that’s how it used to be
for Venetian plague ships,
quaranta giorni;
forty days for new mums,
impure until churched,
forty days for Jesus
in the wilderness,
forty days for fasting
in the time of Lent,
forty days of penance:
that’s how long they spent.
So stop your moaning
when told to quarantine:
it’s only fourteen bloody days,
not half a lifetime.
Outbreak control
Image generated from the text of this sestain from https://experiments.runwayml.com/generative_engine/
Whenever an outbreak emerges
authorities fear there’ll be surges.
Surges are hard to control,
with limiting them always the goal.
The best way to stop Covid’s spread?
Obey rules, or risk being dead.
This sestain is the latest coronaverse, brought to you by the letter O.
Global warning
No one an island.
Viruses respect no walls,
built however high.
This coronaverse brought to you by the letter G: a haiku, or rather senryu
Contagion rules
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Contagion! Is it coronavirus? Contact-tracing in place?
So stay indoors, self-isolate, staycation.
Couvre-feu, “cover the fire”. Curfew.
Coronaverse: an alphabet of terms related to Covid-19. Tomorrow brings us the letter D.
Antivax anxiety
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That group who are stridently antivax?
Their hatred of jabs mounts up to the max.
They say “No-one knows just what naughtiness goes
into vaccines;” but note, they are somewhat lax
when it comes to what food in their belly
they have put; one I asked if he’d tell, he
said “Real finger-lickin’, that chlorine-filled chicken,”
and believed all they said, on the telly,
and online: “See, you can’t explain away,”
he said, “vaccine harm to our DNA;
we must all get to grips with effects microchips…”
Urgh — why can’t anyone take all this pain away?
Coronaverse: an alphabet of terms related to Covid-19. Tomorrow brings us the letter B.
The sharp touch
It creeps round my collar,
it slinks up my sleeves,
steals through the soles
of my shoes with such ease,
spies on the small of my back
and nips at the nape of my neck;
my fingers, my toes,
my ear lobes, my nose,
all start at the sharp touch,
the cold steel,
the grip
of winter
Whatchamacallit
This is a kinda
… whatchamacallit …
on the tippama tongue,
if I knew it I’d bawl it.
But I ain’t got a clue, it
just hasn’t a home
in my mind — wait, I knew it!
They call it … a POEM!
Zenrinji 