TUNING UP TO SING AGAIN IN THE BUCKET
Been back about a week after spending more time in hospital and rehab. And believe me it is not a good time to be in either place during this pandemic.
IT WAS A VERY LONELY EXPERIENCE.
EVERYONE HAS TO ISOLATE FOR 14 DAYS. ALSO NO ROOM MATE AND WHEN NURSES COME IN OR A CNA THEY MUST GOWN UP AND PUT ON VISORS AND MASKS AND GLOVES. THEY DO EVERYTHING AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE..
Draw blood or take vitals and leave. NO VISITORS!
But enough about me--- I Never like it when my blog takes a negative turn,
I hope after one more time in December going to the hospital I will be better and the Blog will recover too.
Then I came upon this poem. That even --maybe especially-- in the DARK TIMES we must still sing.
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During these days,
I would wake up and my head would hurt
and then I would realize that in my dream
I had said to myself that I should write some poetry.
But my dreams never explained to me why.
Or how.
How to sing in these dark times?
It is true that I have been with poetry for a long time.
Since I was a teenager.
Those loves of many years and our bodies changing
together.
And yet also the deepening of this love. Despite.
That day with the breeze in the bar
And we said together, there needs to be some pleasure in
the world .
And next, poetry is the what is left of life.
And we pledged, more singing.
And we referenced by saying,
In the dark times. Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
SO I am back and so is the Blog--still singing.
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I love this. You bring us back to life:
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the world
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And next, poetry is the what is left of life.