Another day sitting on my sofa
Looking at the Buddha statue
Serenely sitting in the middle
Of my mantlepiece.
The four walls have enclosed me
For the last five days.
I watch people outside walking
By with a sense of direction
In their busy day
As I am stuck in solitude.
The infection is nearly over but
It is the antibiotics that's
Making me run a slow race.
They render my body as a
Dizzy frozen ice sheet, coughing
Like a ships fog horn sailing
Through the mist of a foggy
Brain.
Slowly the day melts into
Evening and later a welcoming
Night.
Two days to go.
Dave I feel the way. I was the only one in the house without Covid. And felt yr solitude
They render my body as a Dizzy frozen ice sheet, coughing Like a ships fog horn sailing Through the mist of a foggy Brain.
The infection is almost over It's antibiotics It makes me run a slow sprint.
Loneliness in the daylong, nothing is to be friend except the imaginative thinking
So well expressed, David! Two days to go and then it will be over, thankfully!
A beautiful poem with great metaphors, compelling images and wonderful poetic expressions. I concur with the comments of Poet Soran.
Social isolation due to illness makes us ponder on some things in life and enable us to see people in their daily activities. To be alone with our thoughts sometimes we learn new things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and rare IMAGERY The poet looks from his solitude to the outside world and was able to express his feelings in creative poetic images SUCH AS a ships fog horn sailing, Dizzy frozen ice sheet inspired by his many travels, thank you for your EXCELLENT WORK that deserves 5 *
Thank you Soran for your lovely comments