Trapped too long alone
Another day of staying home,
the sun has arced its course,
traversed the soaring blue-deep dome
with quarantine in force.
How was your day? What did you do?
The question seems to scold.
I ate, I walked, I tied my shoe;
the day and I grew old.
Without a job or task in line
or friends’ reflected gaze,
I cannot seem to self-define
my self has bled to haze.
In isolation’s empty hours
our steam-vents jam and groan.
The inner self erupts and cowers
when trapped too long alone.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 243: 108 words, TOTAL = 39,950; 20,050 remaining
4/24/2020 10:27:15 am
I enjoyed your poem. Stay healthy!
4/24/2020 05:52:30 pm
4/26/2020 08:03:09 pm
Beautiful and powerful. How long did it take you to write this? And how many drafts? No worries about answers... just appreciating your writing process!
4/30/2020 04:43:46 pm
Hi Dan - For some reason I never got an alert to this comment. I'll have to check my settings. Here's a bit about my process for this poem, which pretty much fit my standard practice.
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.