And the Rain Falls

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. ~Loren Eiseley, American anthropologist, writer, and educator

Days upon days of rain
Drenching the ground below.
Keeping us sheltered at home
While Nature continues to grow.

It’s really too cool to garden,
Too wet to dig in the dirt.
My world has become an emerald,
My attire: jeans and T-shirt.

Hang on, people, hang on!
This, too, one day will pass.
Life will acquire a new normal;
Sun will shine on the glass.

It’s easy to drift into sadness
We’re all missing so much.
Perhaps it’s good for the world
To pause from our human touch.

We’re on a maiden voyage,
Fording an unknown sea.
Wading in deepening waters
From which we cannot flee.

Hold on, people, hold on!
It’s easier to smile than frown.
Refuse to add to the misery
Be kind during this slowdown.

Note: I think this poetry form is called Iambic Trimeter. It has three iambs per line. (Of course, if you know otherwise, please educate me!)

Music During the Pandemic

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without. ~Confucius, Chinese philosopher

Tuesday was supposed to be our Spring concert for symphonic band.

The last concert our graduating seniors would perform in public.

But thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, it was cancelled.

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Trying to Heal

This I know: there is nothing as lonely as grief. ~Abby Geni, American writer

Friends, it’s hard to grieve.

No one quite knows what to do

To make your pain ease.

 

Everybody has

Different techniques for coping.

Some work and some don’t.

 

Cry and remember.

Find things you enjoy doing.

Let Time bring you peace.

 

Nature can soothe you,

Wrap you in her majesty,

Wash away your tears.

Debbie On Stage

What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. ~Cynthia Ozick, American writer

I’ve long been fascinated by the theater.

The excitement of opening night, the pageantry, the costumes and props, the music — all of it struck me as a mystery that somehow came together to please both audience and troupe.

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Pandemic Limericks

Adversity introduces a man to himself. ~Author Unknown

No adversity or social distancing here — I’m just a Robin looking for my lunch (and maybe a mate!)

There once was a germ so scary
We saw it afar and grew wary.
We learned it could kill
And that gave us a chill.
We couldn’t afford to tarry.

We scrambled for supplies at the stores
And hastened to lock our front doors.
We washed our hands clean
And watched as the scene
Unfolded across our land’s shores.

Suddenly new terms arose
Coined by those who were pros —
Social distancing,
Economic dwindling.
Anxiety abounds, panic grows.

‘Is this the new normal?’ we ask
As we fasten our protective mask.
Working from home,
Protecting our genome,
What a time-consuming task.

It bears repeating, this refrain.
The truth is oh, so plain —
Our hands we will wash.
This germ we will squash,
And then we can live again.

Wear Some Green

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.

May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.

May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.

May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

— Irish blessing

The Dreaded Audition

The two hardest things to handle in life are failure and success. ~Author Unknown

We have a new director for the final half of this semester’s symphonic band (something to do with scheduling, we were told).

At our first practice, she began by praising us for our performance at the previous night’s concert.

So far, so good.

And then the you-know-what hit the fan.

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Not Crazy — Just Grieving

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.  ~Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese-American writer and poet

Fuzzy thinking, decisions must wait,
Novel on hold, can’t concentrate.
Don’t want to design or even to write,
I tell you, my friends, I’m really a sight.

Time creeps along slowly, day becomes night,
I see no way to get rid of my plight.
Temper flares, angry words spill out.
I know I’m a mess and that’s without doubt.

Aching heart and buckets of tears.
‘Is this her new life?’ everyone fears.
No, I’m not crazy, just suffering through grief,
Not forever, I hope, but probably not brief.

No wonder they say that grieving is rough,
But sorrows convince you you’re really quite tough.

Find things you enjoy and take your sweet time
To mourn the departed, perhaps with a rhyme.
Get back into life with things you like best.
Count the blessings with which you’ve been blessed.

Time heals all wounds, or so my dad said,
Tears can be healing, after they’re shed.
Be kind to yourself when all’s said and done.
Recall pleasant memories with that special one.

Lean on family and friends for a while.
Before you know it, you’ll find you can smile.
Can once again get enjoyment from life,
Find hope and happiness after the strife.

Everyone knows that grieving is rough,
But surviving shows you’re really quite tough!

Note: I’m hanging in, my friends. Thanks for your concern and prayers. For those who don’t know, I had to have my beloved Sheltie Dallas put down last week. I miss him every day.

Hoping for Peace

You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist. ~Golda Meir, fourth Prime Minister of Israel

We’ve been told to expect tribulation in the world,

And we don’t have to look far to see a rocky path:

Crowded with thorns and brambles:

More often than not, cold and unforgiving:

But that doesn’t mean we should give up.

Because peace, real peace, is something most of us crave.

Maybe we’ve been focusing too long on the big picture:

And failing to appreciate how interconnected we small humans are:

Maybe we simply need to place one foot in front of the other:

And keep working toward new beginnings of peace: