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My Clear Window

The world outside my window

I view with one eye open 

while laying on my pillow

Birds are chirping and singing their songs

perched upon their tree of choice 

they know where they belong

I smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen

it triggers my senses 

now I am driven

driven to start a new day

looking out of the window

alone with my thoughts

I feel happy and content

as I write this 

document

I do not feel alone

I am blessed to rediscover myself

while others struggle to

find themselves

doing work, I have not had time for

I want to stay home

to achieve more

I sit and watch a storm roll in

rain, thunder and lightning

what better time to write

and do my rhyming

the thunder crashes, so loud it is

the wind is howling

I light the woodfire

so cosy, this is bliss

no human contact is hard for some

locked away, they feel glum

depression sets in, I see them struggle

I feel helpless, I know they're in trouble

what can I do, I cannot be there

I send flowers, 

to show I care

to receive a message of gratitude

brings so much joy 

to put a smile on another face

is what I enjoy

going to the shop 

seeing people in masks

there all are wondering

how long this will last

hand sanitizing taken 

to another level,

we should have already been washing

to be sterile

shops sold out of food and toiletries 

in all different countries

people hitting the panic button

without listening to what is happening

these panicked people there is no rationing

back to my home in peace, I sit

living in absolute bliss

ringing loved ones, so they are not alone

talking on facetime

so your face is shown

there are many ways to make contact

phone a friend, write a message, write a letter

you can do all this while in your 

cosy sweater

as the storm passes, the sun 

come out, the clouds disperse

I see blue sky, we are

past the worst

the land warms up, in the late afternoon

sitting on the deck with a wine

oh, my life is divine

the animals come out to play

warming their bodies

in the sun's ray

sniffing the fresh smells 

from after the storm

is what our animals do

it is their norm

becoming self-sufficient

growing my food

vegetables galore

out in my veggie patch floor

plant as seeds, watching them grow

from week to week, 

sprouting leaves, with excitement

I do shriek 

weeks go by leaves turn to food

pick them to eat, and some can be stewed

a hearty slow cook with your homegrown 

veggies

keeps money in your pocket

saves your penny's

what I see outside my COVID window

is not that bad

as you have read 

I am not in limbo

I am blessed to work

and fulfil my passion for 

writing, 

when you don't have a hobby

it can be frightening 

left alone with your thoughts 

can destroy a person

I know this to be 

certain

in this time of solitude

lookout for those in despair

the homeless, the elderly

even strangers, don't forget

your neighbours

we all need to be team players

I look out my window 

and see the ignorance of some

all the hard work we implement

becomes undone

what will it take for people to learn

sadly it is death

only then will they yearn

at that point, there is no return

appreciate time on your own

for the greater good

do the right thing 

and you won't be misunderstood

soon we will be together again

like chooks in a pen

count your blessings

appreciate life

keep looking out your window

start a new life

become someone's hero

?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 5/24/2020 12:13:00 PM
I enjoyed reading this "day in the life of Jell" and a great message behind your words as well. Nicely penned, Jell. John
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Date: 5/24/2020 8:41:00 AM
You freed your pen to write and write...Well expressed...
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