Covid Commiseration

Woke up with a tickly, phlegmy throat

Twirled the unwelcome swab in the unknown recesses of my nostrils

The thin red line on the test was unmistakable

The mark of the damned

Imprisoned in the room I associate with rest

Food and water left by the door in haste

For five, long days

To overheat, hack, and blow my red honker

And fill a trash bag with crumpled, white ghosts teeming with gelatinous germs

To suck back the magical pill on cue

The one thing that somewhat stanched my malaise

Kept that bottle near

For the four hour mark

When the bad feelings came roaring back

Now

On the other side

Covid clinging like a wet sweater

Still slightly symptomatic

Still contagious

And still alone

Free of my confinement

But a pariah

Like I needed another bad feeling to get over 😀

I’m saddened by the toll this pandemic has taken on us. I wish above all that we could’ve met each other with respect, kindness, and compassion this past two years rather than the mockery and vitriol I saw spewed out on social media from either side of the mask/restrictions/vaccination debate. I hope going forward we can be more patient and gentle with each other. Wishing you good health!

All pics in this post were taken by me in my Covid prison. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

In Search of Eden

We ventured from the comfortable

Drove down unfamiliar, dusty, gravel roads

Rain, Rain, Come

I watched from my window

The sky was a soft, nondescript grey, like the fleece blanket stashed in my car for emergencies

I am Goliath

I killed a spider today

He was hanging out on the wall

Breaktime Prattle: This is my Life

I’m sitting, chewing strawberry gum, lips smacking like a cow, in a most unattractive office on my break

Scabby, drab, upholstery-type wallpaper completely unadorned

The Hunt

The morning is still

And the sun is slow on the rise

Wispy Green Dreams

One blade of grass

Yellowed green and furrowed

Knife-edged

Poking up through the musky, mealy soil

Fine and thin and insubstantial

Hardly seems twould have the strength to stand at all

But it does so

With many other friendly, perky fellows

All swaying close together

Drenched in diamond drops of dew

Drying in the rising sun

Forming a dense rug

A cool, shadowed floor where all manner of tiny creatures roam and congregate

Forming a thick carpet

A soft, bristly landing for bare feet and picnic blankets strewn with fresh food and summertime treats

An open space where little ones play and shriek

A uniform field for soccer balls to float across

Where lovers lie in warm embrace

And dogs sniff, nose to ground, and bounce about

Let’s not forget the front lawn

That verdant welcome mat to grace the doors of our abodes

Something for us to shape and clip besides ourselves

A fresh patch of emerald bliss emanating peace

Pause and feast your eyes

Get a good whiff

Run your fingers cross the top to test out the texture

Wriggle and tickle your naked toes

What could be better

Take a moment in repose

To wonder at

The simple elegance

Of Grass

Feature pic by me. Footer from Pixabay. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Every Day is Grace

I woke up this morning

And greeted the gift

Of another day of life

With the only reasonable response

Gratitude

The feature pic is Maligne Lake, Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada taken by yours truly. Footer is from Pixabay. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Chocolate and Other Notions of Love

Love is not about chocolate

Though it’s a sweet for the soul

And the taste can bring on ecstasy

Love is not about perfume

Though it’s more heady and intoxicating than the finest, most costly scent when it’s new and all-consuming

Love is not about jewels

Though it’s the shiniest thing on earth

If it’s real and true

Love is not about presents

Though it’s about presence

About friendship, thoughtful attention, commitment, and often, sacrifice

Love is not about candlelight, heart-shaped pizzas, sumptuous meals, sentimental serenades,     silky, lacy, racy, lingerie, romantic rendezvous, or rapturous intimacy

Though it may include all these things

It’s not a random, mushy, gushy feeling, but a patient, continuous choice

Real love abides in the raw and gritty

Real love stands firm in joy bubbling up and tumultuous trouble

Real love soldiers on through the mind-numbing mundane and the most wretched grief

Real love stays, affirms, celebrates, supports, serves, and forgives

Real love lasts

If you know this extraordinary love

You are blessed above all

Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends! Thanks for reading! The feature pic is a combination and edit of three of my photos. Footer from Pixabay. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com and my clothing design page on Le Galeriste. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

God will not Forget You

For my mother, Sharon Mayforth, in honour of Alzheimer’s Awareness Month.

You may continually misplace your keys

Misfile your favourite recipe